Honestly, I was going to post up on the whole last year, and everything that happened, but I have to learn how to use Microsoft Sharepoint Portal Server, Exchange Server, etc. and have no time to update this regularly.

What happened in the past year? This:
I started dating a girl who has a three year old daughter. We then proceeded to make a baby.

That's right, as of 2 1/2 months ago, I am a father. I hope karma doesn't exist though, or my daughters will grow up to date guys like me to piss me off. In other news, Lily (my three year old), told me to "suck it" the other day.

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This is where any new entries will be posted.

Thanks for reading this for the last few years, I enjoyed writing it.

I logged into this thing tonight for the first time in months, and saw that there were almost as many people checking this thing each month as when I regularly updated it, THREE FUCKING YEARS AGO.

I stopped posting in the middle of the two previous stories because I hit a low point. I was working at a job I hated, not in school and without a high school diploma. My life sucked, and I really didn't fucking feel like writing for a long time. I'm now working a job I enjoy, have the diploma, and am back in school. My life is in a very different place than it was last April, but that doesn't mean it is any less funny. A lot of things have changed in the last year, and since people are still reading, the least I can do is start writing again.

I will be back soon to catch up on the last 13 months of my life, which have been bost the hardest and the most rewarding for me.



--JD

P.S. To clear up the two unfinished stories: The Court Story: Went to jail, met more stupid ass criminals, went to court, got off with no penalty. I will eventually finish writing the FSU Story, because it is one of my better ones.

I am not done posting again. I am busy at work, and I have no internet access at home, since I am too inept to pay my cable bills on time.

Once I get me internet access back, which should be soon, I will post the conclusions to the two stories up now.

Part II of Return to Tallahassee is next in the queue . . .

On Saturday the 12th, I was hanging out at my apartment with a couple people, watching LSU take Kentucky into overtime in the SEC semifinal. I was, well, drunk and we were about to leave for Gainesville. In fact, had the game not gone into overtime, we would have already left by the time the nice police officer knocked on my front door.

I was sitting on my couch, and couldn't see who was at the door when one of my friends opened it. By the look on his face and the person outside asking for me by my full name, I knew I was in some shit. I put my beer down and went to the door, expecting to hear about a terrible accident or something. Instead, the LPD Officer asked me to go downstairs with him to "have a short chat."

It wasn't a big deal. I had already received the letter from the sherriff's office, letting me know about the warrant for my arrest, stemming from my DUI last year. I still regularly attend Alcohol Abuse classes on Mondays after work, and since I am not finished with them, I am considered as in violation of my probation. After I read the pretty bright yellow postcard from the sherriff, I called the provided number and they told me that I would be fine to turn myself in on Sunday, and since it was a ROR warrant (Release on Own Recognisance), I would only be there for an hour or so; just long enough to fill out the paperwork and get a court date.

When the cop took me downstairs "to chat", I was expecting him to let me know that there was a warrant, and that he would make sure that I was planning on turning myself in soon. That's how drunk I was. Instead, he asked if he could cuff me, "just for a second". 'No big deal,' I thought. 'He just wants to make sure I don't shank him.' As per the usual, I was wrong and he arrested me instead, despite what I was told by the sherriff's station. He asked if I had been drinking, and I slurred out that I'd had "just a couple." Shockingly, he just laughed and walked me to his car, while all of the little old ladies in my apartment complex stared out of their windows.

In the car, the cop felt bad that he had ruined the end of the game for me, so he tried to find it on the radio. That didn't work, so he put on some weird techno shit instead. I guess he assumed I like to bang on E or something. He took me to the jail, which looked exactly the same as last time, complete with crackheads, homeless people, and the obligatory wife beaters, who were plentiful. They let me keep my clothes and shoes this time, and just put my stuff behind the desk instead of checking it, since I was only going to be there for 45 minutes or an hour. They placed me in my holding cell and for the second time in about 15 months, I got to witness the hilarity that is the Lake County Correctional Facility . . .

(TO BE CONTINUED)

Wayne and I had tickets to go to a FSU game in early October, and I was genuinely excited about going back to Tallahassee. I hadn’t been up to Tallahassee since late 2003, and in my previous visits, I had vomited in dumpsters and alley ways, gotten lost in Tallahassee, and passed out by a bathroom IN the stadium. It was one of my more entertaining weekends of the year.

Of course, I wasn’t really surprised when the trip had to be cancelled. That’s generally how things happen when I get excited about something. Wayne blew up the fucking engine in his truck, and it’s not like my stupid ass was driving anywhere, so the trip had to be postponed. The only problem with that was I was out about $100, which, when unemployed (like I was at the time), is a lot of fucking money.

So I went back to my fucked-up life, working every day, going to classes at the college occasionally, and just generally ruining my liver. A couple weeks later, we finally found a ride to Tallahassee, so I was legitimately excited, for the second time in a month. I stayed excited until about a day before we left, when I started to actually think about the trip, and started getting really bummed.

I realized that after the previous two trips to Tally, I would practically have to kill myself to recreate the magic of the previous year. I’ve been there before, and it didn’t seem to be the most intelligent idea. (side note: I nearly drank myself to death in November, when we went to Tallahassee again, but that’s for another update)

Finally, about six or seven on Friday night, we picked up a couple cases of beer and hit the road for Tallahassee . . .

(TO BE CONTINUED)