fuck that...
I have a history of breaking glass that I need to shoot from the hip about...
When I was younger, hmmm...maybe 8-9-10 or some shit like that...I used to pour rubbing alcohol on the bathroom floor when I took a shit and then light it up and watch it burn till if faded...
One day the fire got bigger than planned. With a shit smeared ass I got a towel to throw at the fire...the towel burned too...I shot water at the mess with the kitchen sink pistol...To cover up my debacle I threw the towel into the neighbors yard...a couple days later it ended up back in our house...it never came up...
But that's about fire...I have a history of breaking glass...
My first memory was of throwing rocks at the house behind our house...I wondered if I could hit a window from what was probably a good 40 yards...I hit it, it exploded, I ran to safety in front of our house...
Around the same Era of my life I threw a newspaper at some old people's window...I hated them...not sure why...though I never expected that window to bust...I ran when I threw it and puked in the back of my throat when I heard the shatter...When the cop pulled up to me and my friends my older brother Chris blamed it on some other douche bag...gave him his address and everything...
Then I threw a rock through a window at our own house...I guess I thought my accuracy sucked...but it didn't...I ran into the house saying "mom, mom, some kid through a rock at the house and ran through the alley to the street...he's gone..." WTF was she going to say...that I'm a liar? Naaaah...
In high school I beat up my brother Andrew...when my dad got home he threatened to beat me, so I ran into the woods...I found an old fire pit surrounded by beer bottles...I smashed them at a rock for a good 20 minutes till my brother found me...I call that "relief glass"...that episode landed me in therapy...therapy was a failure...
Ok, now I'm in college...I'm drunk and walking past a ground-level room of this guy I hate...reasons were good enough...so I punched his window in and pushed his stereo to the floor...when I went to my dorm the RA asked what happened...I said nothing...my hands were pouring blood...I got disciplinary probation and stitches...
Ha...later that same year I helped my friends beat up a TV with some metal pipes(you know your're out there Mark Tibbetts)...we couldn't get the desired affect, so I brushed them aside and drove my pipe straight into the TV screen...it exploded, leaving shards of glass embedded into my thumb...I told the Doc in the emergency room I fell...he saw my bullshit clear as day...
All right...I still have a problem...
Last year in an argument with Holly I blew my fuse and punched my rear-view mirror...it shattered and tore from the car ceiling...I really didn't think I hit it head on...guess I did...
A month later some guy scraped into my car just to get ahead of me at a stop sign down in Union City...he took off like a bat out of hell...little did he know...
I chased him till he tried to escape near Giants Stadium...when he got stuck at a light I ran to his car and punched the shit out of his passenger window...I think he crapped himself...for once the glass didn't break...when I cleared my head I took off knowing full well I went too far...he sat in his own puddle when I turned around and passed him...I hope he reads this blog...
That brings me to Holly's truck window...you see, I have a history with breaking glass...
Thank you so much for reading my blog and making my Caymus story so popular yesterday...keep coming back...keep sharing us with your friends...cheers...I know this picture is blurry, but I did not break this glass...
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