tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post5472233463974972187..comments2024-03-06T17:02:32.359-08:00Comments on the asshat lounge: The Wilderness Years - 8 BallKonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-19489581746331733172010-08-19T10:54:42.851-07:002010-08-19T10:54:42.851-07:00Rassles- and though i'm not trying to make us ...Rassles- and though i'm not trying to make us sound like saints, the guys i lived with at that time never sat around rating women or calling them stupid, never thought any of them were trying to trap us, didn't watch fishing shows (we had no television)and someday Rassles i'm gonna get drunk with you cuz people used to laugh at how fast my drug addled mind worked and the connections it would make, we'll need to bring a tape recorder because it may be the greatest conversation in the history of humankind... if anything the crew in that apt. were guilty of it was reading to much Henry Miller and playing to many games of Bong Zonk.Konohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-14174371697755857272010-08-19T10:45:19.624-07:002010-08-19T10:45:19.624-07:00Blues- Muchos Gracias.
Rassles- I think she got o...Blues- Muchos Gracias.<br /><br />Rassles- I think she got over it. She had a boyfriend by the end of the year. But damn that response, it's the best compliment i could get cuz if i can stir up that much emotion in someone i think sometimes i might be doing something right. Honestly i thank you. The thing with 8-Ball is that she rarely spoke, she was a wallflower, more prone to watching and when it came down to it, it wasn't because i was repulsed or she didn't fit my standard, fuck back then my standard was a heartbeat or maybe even still warm, it was that at that point i was starting to learn something about human nature and i wasn't going to do this girl any favors by being her first, in fact it could have been a detriment because i would have continued on my merry way fucking whoever while she thought something else, i was aware of that fact, i understand you calling bullshit, and maybe what i didn't want was the responsiblity of possibly fucking her up even more, maybe doing nothing i could live with but at that time i didn't want to be responsible for any more hurt, i had had enough of it myself.Konohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-40015138860924955872010-08-19T10:03:15.487-07:002010-08-19T10:03:15.487-07:00Still, Kono, as always: honest, unapologetic, raw...Still, Kono, as always: honest, unapologetic, raw, and powerful.Rassleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370070146085209687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-33658413814995354782010-08-19T09:42:40.582-07:002010-08-19T09:42:40.582-07:00You fucking dick. That poor, poor girl. I promis...You fucking dick. That poor, poor girl. I promise you that to this day she doesn't understand your rejection, that she was terrified to put herself out there and remains terrified to do so to this day. <br /><br />God, dudes piss me off. I blame my insecurities on all the guys I hung out with in college. Hearing them talk about all the girls they were fucking while passing the bong and watching fishing shows, rating bitches, degrading every woman except for me, making fun of me for being "such a dude." I loved them because they were the only ones who could handle my rapid-fire, referencial talking, probably because they were so fucked up all time. They loved me because they thought I was hilarious, that I talked like someone in a movie, not a real person. That was what started the "people like you <i>exist</i>?" phase in my life. They called me Real McCoy. <br /><br />I can't believe I put up with their shit. They never tried anything out of "respect" for me, too. Bullshit. I call fucking bullshit. "Respect" doesn't get me laid, fuckers. They would talk about how fucking stupid girls were, emotional train wrecks that sleep with guys because they want to trap a boyfriend. And at the same time I was disgusted with their view of girls, proud that I wasn't one of those girls, and completely jealous of those girls. <br /><br />Shit.Rassleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370070146085209687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-10361967036484778682010-08-18T10:45:07.774-07:002010-08-18T10:45:07.774-07:00Jesus. Riveting to the end. You made me actually...Jesus. Riveting to the end. You made me actually want to read her stories too.Blueshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014949557018388159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-69438001527095952172010-08-13T13:50:16.026-07:002010-08-13T13:50:16.026-07:00Well, who are you and what is your site? then we&#...Well, who are you and what is your site? then we'll discuss possible. Or are you SPAM?Konohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-29698906949693314822010-08-13T10:56:16.874-07:002010-08-13T10:56:16.874-07:00I would like to exchange links with your site assh...I would like to exchange links with your site asshatlounge.blogspot.com<br />Is this possible?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-29884194599203768112010-08-06T01:46:07.258-07:002010-08-06T01:46:07.258-07:00Wonder what became of her.....Wonder what became of her.....nursemyrahttp://nursemyra.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-50581785098005331342010-08-05T17:35:48.655-07:002010-08-05T17:35:48.655-07:00Fanny. Bloke can't write for toffee.Fanny. Bloke can't write for toffee.Gulfboot Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08452193284776669303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-49247020559744845982010-08-05T15:11:52.089-07:002010-08-05T15:11:52.089-07:00I love this story! Thank you for writing it and fo...I love this story! Thank you for writing it and for posting it.FUZZARELLYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12340378858926874634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-62151525613504464232010-08-04T05:22:48.837-07:002010-08-04T05:22:48.837-07:00Daisy - we may have been derelicts and madmen but ...Daisy - we may have been derelicts and madmen but we were not the football team or frat boys, any male fucking with a passed out female in our place would have gotten their ass kicked quick, and 8 Ball was like one of us, i think hanging out with us was the first time in her life she ever felt accepted and comfortable and in the end i was glad to be a part of it. <br /><br />Diary of Why - Merci beau coup, is that right in frog? and not to be overtly sexual or anything but i threw in a few hard stops for you, hope you enjoyed them as much as i did. <br /><br />Twin - thanks as always and you need to hit the water, i gotta feeling that will help you work out whatever funk you're in. <br /><br />Ross Man- I'm suprised sometimes at what my drug addled noggin can recall... or at least think it can recall. <br /><br />JMH- Thank you sir and i think you are much closer than you think in your own stuff.Konohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-14824901465994975502010-08-03T19:56:48.795-07:002010-08-03T19:56:48.795-07:00It's pure. The writing is pure. There's ...It's pure. The writing is pure. There's no tricks, no sleight-of-hand -- the story to the experience is like plasma to blood maybe. <br /><br />Certainly you don't need me to be impressed, but I'm impressed. I'm going to think about how I can do this my own way.JMHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10374530528745577289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-78772416887144951652010-08-03T15:59:19.331-07:002010-08-03T15:59:19.331-07:00Cheers Kono!
Thanks for the mental prod.
That was ...Cheers Kono!<br />Thanks for the mental prod.<br />That was buried deep down in my forgetful brain.Ross Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16040210068570540550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-37753991918221660892010-08-03T09:07:39.410-07:002010-08-03T09:07:39.410-07:00thank you....btw
i lay in bed last night sobbing....thank you....btw<br /><br />i lay in bed last night sobbing. silently screaming. cursing the chasm separating thoughts & expression.<br /><br />no tongue<br />no handstwinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10590109276634186944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-31540001655252994692010-08-03T08:49:54.489-07:002010-08-03T08:49:54.489-07:00wake me up at the ass crack of dawn to make me cry...wake me up at the ass crack of dawn to make me cry...?<br /><br />brilliant.twinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10590109276634186944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-78762270667199738382010-08-02T20:11:12.929-07:002010-08-02T20:11:12.929-07:00I wish I had stories like yours. And I wish I coul...I wish I had stories like yours. And I wish I could tell them like you do.Diary of Whyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10944615463613105859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-87427327791973152702010-08-02T18:59:30.489-07:002010-08-02T18:59:30.489-07:00how do you know you're really ugly? when you&...how do you know you're <i>really</i> ugly? when you're drunk and passed out and all the drunken party boyz tuck you in with a blanket and pillow and cover up your ass.<br /><br />been. there.daisyfaehttp://daisyfae.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com