I noticed that I really didn't write much for the year of 01 to 02.. there's a huge gap in my blog then... mainly because I was living at a house in Norfolk.. We called it White People land.. since we were the only white people on the block, save the gay next door neighbor who had an affixation with flannel and Paul and I...

Living at Ballentine was a nightmare... Let me explain...

I had hung out over there alot back in the winter/spring of 01.. played drinking games alot and even jammed out with Kevin and his brother Greg... I'd met them through some friends I worked with, and they all seemed pretty cool... There were four guys living at Ballenine when I first met them... Harpine, Kevin, Greg and Rob... All these cat's were awesome to know, from an arms length, that is.

I'd hung out there a couple of months and summer started approaching, only to find out that Rob and Greg were moving back to their home town of Harrisonburgh.. So I was like, Ok.. I'll move in.. I needed a new place and I figured since they all seemed cool, there wouldnt be a problem...So I go through all the motions of moving.. packing, moving, and settling...

Four days after I move in... I wake up in the morning.. with a HUGE roach crawling down my back.. I freak.. and smoosh um and flush um... that was just a sign of to come..

Ok... So we had roaches.. I can deal with that.. I've had to deal with bugs before.. hence why I'm really such a clean freak in the first place. So, Me and Paul take Rob and Gregs room.. on the second floor.. big mistake.. We found out why no one wanted upstairs... it got swealtering hot.. I had a thermometer up there.. and the hottest it got in August was 140 degrees... I was sweating with the fan on... Me and Paul would resort to crashing on the couches if it got too hot upstairs... considering that downstairs stayed a comfortable 70-80... and then it began..

The Shadiness...I'm not a fan of Shady people.. mainly because I used to be one... and I see the games and what it leads to.. Friends don't let friends be shady...

Kevin and Harpine had been friends for years before.. Mainly as Kevin was a user.. He would be nice to you when he needed something.. It was crystal clear... he would talk so much shit about people is was senseless to think he really had friends.. You didnt really see this side of him until you got to hang out with him a bunch... not to mention see him drunk..

So.. I'm working at a pizza joint...Bringing home food all the time.. Soda's too.. since I alwasy had a surplus of them in my car come the end of the night... So I didnt mind the food being gobbled up by drunk people.. that was all good..but I ended up quitting that job for a while...but drunk ass people kept eating my food.. So I was getting pissed... I ended up resorting to stashing my food away in hiding places.. Only to find drunk bastards wandering around in my room looking to steal smack ramen...

Not to mention.. I had alot of problems with people stealing my money and stash.. It seemed people would just wander in my room, find what they wanted.. then wander off.. not to mention, I had a PS2 back then... so people would just chill in my room while I was gone.. and personally.. I'm not a fan of this... espically when I walked in one day from work to find Harpine rubbing one off to gay porn... He'd never come out of the closet or anything.. but we kinda knew since he'd been single for 3 years and this one girl adored him.. and he kept giving her the run around... He came out, almost a year later..

Ahhhh.. Saint Patricks day... this is a day, I will never forget...
It started out innocnet enough... buy some Guiness... buy some Jameson's irish whiskey.. and (blam!) buy some Baily's... Irish Carbombs baby...!!!

Ok.. It sounds great right? Well considering the shadiness had already started.. this was really a bad idea...

We got tore up... I mean drunk as shit.. like I was gonna pass out drunk... So Harpine starts talking about shit in the shower (the one we all share) and we all (Me paul and Kevin) start complaing about a soap dish that we alwaysss seemed to knock off the mini-shelf that was our shower... Harpine gets mad.. since that's his soapdish.. he goes in the bathroom, pushes all the shampoo and soaps on the floor... We're laughing at this point.. and harpine, beiing horribly drunk.. comes out of the bathroom with soapdish in hand... throws it on the floor.. takes a step back.. then falls on his ass...apparently moody at this point by our joking of the soap dish.. he snaps..
I'm standing across the room when he crawls out of the bathroom, I ask him if he needs help.. He angrily grunts and then starts to bulldoze my bowlchair into my computerdesk... I tell him to stop, since he's already knocking stuff onto the floor.. (Asktrays, beers, glasses, etc) He starts mumbling something and keeps trying to push harder.. I'm drunk.. and now I'm pissed.. So I spring into action.. I whip up behind Harpine and throw him in a headlock.. so hard of a headlock.. I feel his neck pop when I lift him to his feet... Paul and Kevin both say that I whipped harpine to his feet in the headlock.. but I don't remember much other than yelling and screaming.. So harpine chills out for a minute.. to get his breath and voice back... I end up getting in a yelling contest with both of them.. and being as drunk as I was.. I was ready to kick both of their asses.. in a quickness.. I remember telling them both (kevin and harpine) that they didnt care about anyone but themselves and thats why the house was such a shithole.. I also accussed them of stealing my shit all the time and how I'd had enough of them chilling out in my room when I wasent there...

and the shady war began...(I'll go into more scenario's when I remember to write them down in here...There's a ton of material for 2 years of living in that house) I was working on a screenplay about the whole thing.. but then came to the conclusion that no one really wants to hear about a house that gets drunk everynight...it's too much like home..

Ok.. let me desribe this one too.. I've mentioned I was a clean freak, right? Well I didnt used to be so bad... Until I moved in there... They never did dishes.. I mean ok.. OK.. I'll be fair.. they did them once in a blue moon.. a year.... We tried to switch off dish week.. but that just ended up me and paul switching off dishes every two weeks.... I got fed up.. I threw away alot of the dishes we didnt need, Well.. and the ones stuck together.. and thats when I found the bucket of doom...I swear.. One day when i get a digital camera.. I'm going back to ballentine to take all these pics that I wish I had to show... Like the hole's in the walls.. not to mention the bathroom that everyone drew all over.. not to mention the hole in the cieling of the bathroom downstairs that roaches would dive bomb on people...

I had some great times in that house.. not to mention had some great losses.. I was sleeping there on the morning of Sept 11... a muggy morning at best.. only to hear my cell phone ring to have someone telling me to turn on the TV... in shock.. I waited to go into work watching television and taking bonghits and phone calls from shocked friends...