An open book....

So, sitting here, there has been tons of the things that have flowed threw my mind.. I know I have drifted from the same old stuff, bashing and bitching but, I am going to open my book for a bit... I believe that we all start off as an empty book. Pages white; no marks, nothing just white.. We all have our own stories to tell.. Some with pain, joy, and lots of memories.. So, today I am going to let you into one of my own.. But first, I think everything happens for a reason.. I don't believe in fate, or karma, or anything like that.. I believe that we do have choice but, life is laid out.. I myself have made interesting choices and this is one of those.... I was 20 and lost. No direction, no focus, nothing.. I had this friend who was into pot and into selling it. So, on one Saturday morning, (we will call him Dave) Dave pulled up in his silver ford pickup and came knocking on my door. (what I am about to write is all true nothing made up. This is just some incite into a life that needed help. That being mine, and I am going to tell this from my perspective) This is that story. I felt really messed up. A night of drinking, laughing, breaking up fist fights and just getting out of control. I heard the loud banging of the door. Slowly walking to the door in shorts and a tank top, my hair looking like Carrot Top, I answered it. It was cold, the air cut right threw my chest and hit my smoke filled lungs, almost knocking me over. There stood Dave. He had a big smile on his face.

DAVE- Burch, hey time to get up bitch.

ME- Hey slut I answered the door, I am up.

DAVE- Dude, lets roll, we got to get to Worthington..

ME- Worthington whats there? Besides trailers and Wal-mart.

DAVE- Gotta make a run..

ME- K, give me a few minutes.

As i threw on some pants, put on my hoodie, and my scull cap, i started to feel, well, bothered. But, as always I had nothing better to do so I went.. We started to drive down the highway, I felt that this was going to be very interesting. On the way over Dave started to tell me about the situation and the people we were going to meet with.. He also told me that this was only going to take about a 1/2 hour.. Fine, I will stay in the truck then, so i thought. Dave continued to tell me that the first time he went over there that this one Spanish guy was within seconds of beating his ass, just cause he didn't like how Dave looked. I glanced out the window, watching the world go by at 65 mph, the ground covered with a light blanket of snow, and farm sites flying by. My breath made frost build up on the window, so, like all the weird crap I do I made little baby feet across his window.. Trying to keep focus, know that at any second I could be in a fight, busted by the police, or worse dead. (Some might say, "Josh its Worthington, whats the worst that could happen?" Well, you all will hear the different side of that town." We finally hit that wonderful city. The smell of the meat processing plant in the air, I just knew it was going to be an amazing day, ha, yeah. After driving down some back streets when finally arrived. Three Spanish men stood outside, they all scoping out the truck and the two white guys in it. Dave looked at me and said, "OK man, lets go." Oh God, this going to be interesting. We both walked up and then were greeted by this short Spanish guy. (We will call him Alex) Alex took a good look at me and then pulled Dave to the side, coming back he welcomed me to his home. We all went up to this guys room. Sitting there while Alex was on his phone, i just felt out of it.. Alex gets off his phone and reaches into his closet, he then pulls out, what I would bet, to be a 9mm. In my head I sit there and say, "A gun? A fucking gun? Are you fucking kidding me? I am going to beat Dave within inches of his life. That bitch." Alex starts to point it. First at the wall, then at Dave, then, of course, me. At that point all I could muster up was, "Sweet gun." Sweet gun? Who in the fucking world says that? I guess I was looking to get shot. But, nope Alex just replies with a "it gets the job done." Yeah, wow. At this point I was ready to leave. I went outside with Dave to smoke. I took out my smokes out grabbed one and slowly put it to my lips. I grabbed my lighter put it to my cig and inhaled deeply. I just stood there shaking my head. Those few minutes felt like hours, I wanted this day to be done. We ended up waiting hours there. With each hour it got more intense. Come to find out out also, it was Alex's birthday. Lovely. So, finally around 6 pm, there was about 15 Spanish guys, 2 white guys and lots of alcohol, mainly hard alcohol. We all sat down stairs. Still waiting for Dave's "GUY" to show up. We have now been there for about 6 hours. During that time I heard all the stories. One of them was how Alex went to a kids house, who, owed him money; Alex beat his ass in his own kitchen.. Put three in the hospital, (all at different times, i mean this kid isn't superman, but shit don't tell him that) and was waiting for one court case to start. So, the drinking started and we all sat in a circle (not that kind of a circle) and the whiskey started coming. Everyone throwing these shots down. Each of them looking at Alex, nodding and saying congrats, and putting them back. This guy was like Scarface. He had the respect of all of these people. Anyone of them ready to pounce at his word. The shot came to me. I looked at it and said, " you know what, I'll pass, not much of a whiskey guy. I think this stuff tastes like ass." Oops, that was really dumb of me. At that moment I didn't realize what kind of disrespect I just showed, but I did. All eyes were on me. Then all the eyes looked at Alex. Alex got this sideways grin on his face and very politely and some what sternly said I should reconsider. So, I did. I threw it down the shoot. I shook it off and Alex looked at me and nodded, I replied with a nod, and a congrats. After sitting there for now 8 hours, Dave got what he wanted and I got the hell out off there........ This is just some of my many pages in my book. I hope you all enjoyed. And you know making changes in your life isn't so bad. Everyone has been somewhere they rather not be. Those places build who you are today, but hey, thats only MY2CENTS... Til next time