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June 11^th… that is the last date of a blog on my site. Now as you can see I was a regular poster up until then. Then things got hectic, and a little crazy on top of that. Then once time went by i got more and more out of the habit of posting, and finally, it got to the point where every time i sat down I tried to write and realized SO much has happened in the last two months I didn’t know where to begin. Oh yeah, did I mention I’m currently in another country at the moment?

Shit, I guess I should backtrack a bit eh? K lets see here…. June came and went along fairly wok-dish.. At the end of the month was the WSVG-Louisville event. It went awesomely, aside from a hiccup. 4 weeks before my car was damaged when a fucker in an SUV ran me off the road and was undriveable at the moment. John, my roommate, was headed to cali for 6 weeks for work, so he let me drive his car up to Louisville.

However the night of setup we were in the parking lot of the expo center up in Louisville, and i was driving down the far west side takings some of the guys back across to the hotel. I realized the gate ahead of me to ring road was closed, so i turned left to cut across the entire width of the lot to the main avenue in the middle of it. Now the lot is not perfectly graded flat, there is a small rise mid way across, maybe 2 feet in total height difference from its apex down to the road level at the far end of the lot a few hundred feet away. However in this spot are also some bright ass flood lights beaming down, which shadowed and masked the fact that in the last year a 2 foot wide concrete sidewalk has been installed running the entire ¼ mile length of the parking lot with only a few specific gaps. Totally masked.. no one in the car saw it, and the tow truck driver and my father both saw it when the had to come retrieve my roommates car that i drove over said sidewalk at 30mp, shoving the front drivers side wheel back into the body of the car and denting the quarter panel. Needless to say it was a bad start to my weekend, but that was the worst of it, it went much better from there and the car was quickly taken care of my dads friends at the Volksdoctor. It was also made up for on Saturday night at 4^th street live when Cliff from lintel dropped a stupid amount of money to take some of the girls and my other friends out for a party slash birthday party for me.

So lets move on to July. 4th of July week was WSVG-Dallas and we headed off as planned. However due to business issues it was unsure, the day i got on the plane, if i had a job anymore, regardless of that, it WAS sure that for the next 2 to 8 weeks no one in my company was getting a paycheck. Needless to say yet again I headed off on a bad note. Things went great at the event though, probably one of the smoothest ones ever. I cant remember all of the details of the trip but there was a lot of highlights, however its been over a month, and most of those nights involved alcohol, heh.

August started out ok enough, minus the stress of still not working, Dan had to move back home to his wife for financial reasons, and John was still traveling in cali for work. He was home for about two weeks, and over that time things really began to go down hill. More than once he would bitch about the fact all heather and I did was sit around the house all day. With all due respect though, its not my fault i wasn’t working, but dad was giving me the money I needed to fill in until things were sorted out with work, and so i was ok. I was financially stable, and if i didn’t need to work then so be it, none of his concern. However around the 7^th or 8^th John came home late around 10 or so, just as heather and I turned off the tv to go to bed, and as he came in we heard him on the phone and I hear him say “him ans his girl are probably still just sitting around doing nothing” as he walked in and walked off down the hall to his room. We looked at each other, shrugged, and went to bed. She headed to my room and i stopped in the kitchen to rotate a load of laundry. Thats when I hear him in his bathroom, which sits between the kitchen and my room, on his cell still say “watch this” and he comes out to the kitchen and begins to yell at me because apparently 6 rolls of toilet paper vanished on him in the past week while he was gone…. err.. ok whatever. He really lays into me, ending it with “I’m sorry if its so fucking hard to find time to go out and buy more when your so damn busy sitting around the fucking house all day” and slams to the door to his bathroom again, and goes back to his conversation on the phone. It became clear during this that like always, he was far from sober. I shrugged it off and went back to the living room to show down my computer and turn off the lights, and while there head him come out of the bathroom and start talking to heather. Next thing I know he is yelling at the top of his lungs about how I am a total failure and need to move the fuck back home to Louisville because I am incapable of maintaining my own money so badly that dad has to bail me out, and that I work for a complete idiot, and tons of other rants. I come across the living room and stop by the front hall in front of the door and ask him how exactly my company running out of money constitutes my inability to manage my finances? He turns towards me and comes halfway down the hall ranting more about how i am an idiot, I’m lazy, etc etc. At this point I ask him “you did say you were moving out on the 15^th, right?” Because 3 weeks before he told me with dan gone he wanted to move, and had found a place and needed to move in by the 15^th if he took it. I told him that was fine, but being that rent was due in 4 days, he would still need to pay me full rent for august due to the short notice, and agreed. After I mentioned the 15^th thing, he charged up to me and stops about a foot away and goes “no! I fucking paid till the god damned end of the month” and then takes another step closer and shoves my chest with both hands and i stumble back a step. Now at this point I’m just completely shocked, and go “whoa, hey john, what the?” and he steps up onto the landing next to me, puts both hands on my chest and shoves me with his entire force right into the closet door as hard as he can, walks up to me, rips my glasses off my face and flings them into the patio doors across the living room, gets toe to toe with me and stares me down with this wild eyed crazy stare, and lifts up his right hand like hes about to hit me. So I do the only logical thing, i step off to the side, grab my phone, and call the cops on him.

Longer story short, they come, realize hes so drunk hes telling them a different story every time, plus heather backs everything up I say. On top of that he called both my sister and dad while waiting for the cops, going off on them about me, completely making a total fool of himself. Because of all of that, I opt not to press charges as long as he agrees right there in front of the police to be out by the end of the following weekend. Thats the short version at least.

Move forward a week and a half and I’m on a plane to Toronto for the WSVG-Toronto event. It was good times albeit smaller and drama filled when it came to the WoW tourney. Things went well, although I’ll save a few stories for later, and now I’m at the airport killing 2 hours till my flight.

This more or less brings me up to speed to today, minus things here or there I’ll fill in if i get the urge. Maybe now I can mange to go and start blogging regularly again now that my excuse of “I’m so far behind” is gone,…