tyran Mathieu entered the Right Step center in Houston on Monday. let’s all go to rehab and get some autographed shit. who’s with me. this guy will be a pro eventually and we can sell this shit in a few years for some quick cash. i bet this guy just smoked some weed and said he had a problem so he would get maybe some sympathy from people.
time flies when having fun… yeah right! it should be time flies when you’re not doing shit with yourself. i check the clock and it’s midnight. i look up again then it’s 1 a.m. i look up again it’s 2. after that it’s 3 and now it’s fucking 4. i bet next time i look up at the clock it’s gonna be fucking noon tomorrow. and i’ll just be like damn is my life that boring even time doesn’t wanna stick around anymore it just want’s to run as fast as it can to get my ass out of this place. just great. even a thing that has no life or physical existance hates me too. i love my life
i currently have a cracked sternum. no bullshit a cracked fucking sternum. like right in the middle of my fucking chest there is a crack. and so i go to the E.R. and get all these x-ray’s, but first they make you go to this waiting room. and in this waiting room there are all these people who are just as if not more fucked up then you are. like for example i saw this 11 year old kid who’s at was twisted backwards at the ankle. and they just have this kid sitting in a waiting room calmly. no pain killers no morphine no heroine. just nothing and then the nurse ask’s him to try to walk on it. and i’m just sitting there dumbfounded like lady his fucking foot is on backwards you try having a leg like that and then having to point out the obvious problem geez. but anyways i’m sitting here and it takes like 30 to 40 minutes before i even get my temperature checked. then after that non-sense they have me wait about 20 more minutes where i talk to a nurse who asked me what happened after i already filled out 3 forms telling what happened and told 2 other nurse’s. like shit don’t they know how to spread the fucking word of whats going on with me for christ’s sake shit. after that bitch of a nurse checked me out they sent me to this second waiting room where i was pretty much alone. about 15 more minutes of waiting this nice middle eastern gentlemen who has the mustache by the way that i am completely envious of this thing was so thick and full he deserved to be in porn giving mustache rides and making a living off of that thing alone. so this mustache god takes me to the back and gives me my x-rays, and i found out that i have a cracked sternum. and i’m thinking to myself oh great maybe ill get some hydrocodone or something cool like that you know be drugged out for a week or so just chill and heal up a bit ya know do what the dr. say’s. but no they tell me ice, heat, and ibuprofine should do the trick. so i’m thinking i went through all this bull shit just to get back results that i could of easily been doing this whole time by myself. fuck the medical community and all the bullshit they put people through. i think i’d rather hang myself and then have someone bring my body in there next time and see if the nurses can figure out what the problem is. nurse- well he’s not breathing and he has this noose tied around his broken neck. dr- well let’s just bandage him up and send him on home, get him some advil tell him to walk it off he’ll be fine….. geez
i have three people who follow me on here so congrats. you get to know my life and all of it’s troubles that go with it. if you thought i was depressed and suicidal. it’s like that but if i smoked crack also. ya know. so it’s a depressed suicidal crack head on the loose out here. running around in the streets pissing on public benches. yelling at cars trying to direct traffic. me- a;lsfsdlkg. driver- get the fuck outta the road you depressed suicidal crack head. me- …. am i that obvious??? then i just walk home more depressed because some random pissed of driver that was mad at me for trying to direct traffic and that doesnt even know me somehow knew me… great
i currently have no phone, no twitter, no facebook, and no car. so communication is a little hard at the moment. although i do have this because most people do not know i have it so i decided to keep this one bit of myself for my pleasure. um… yeah thats just a little update. i have no clue if you can respond to this or leave me a message but if you can it would be awesome. peace, love, and masterbation. .. that last part was a joke. unless you’re into it then by all means go for it. i’m not going to stop you from masterbating. i would be pissed if you did that to me. like if you barged in my room in the middle of me doing that. like “oh hey andrew” me-” oh what the Fuck is going on”. that would just be a spicy pickle of a situation right there i wouldn’t know if i should stop or if just to keep going. i’d probably just keep going and be like Me-“fuck it you already caught me. wanna see me finish?”