This is the end...

Well, I think some things need to be cleared up before the end. There is some unfinished business that needs attention, and I'm here to put a bright flashing sign over it.

I guess I could have called this "Bullets" ala B.a.D, but that's his coined phrase. Plus I need to be clear with my title.

- B.a.D is the only person I know who has a day off and is awake before the rest of the city... Seriously, I'm at work doing my thing, wishing I was sleeping. Then thinking of those I know who are sleeping, when suddenly my phone rings...
*Ring - Ring* (actually it was more like... do do, do deh do do doo do, do do do, do do do do dee doo do dodo do-d-dooooooo) ((That's the ringtone when B.a.D calls... anyway...))
Mizzle: Yyyyyellow?
B.a.D: Hey man (overly chipper voice for the time of day, believe me...)
Mizzle: Man, what the fuck are you doing awake right now?
B.a.D: It's my day off dude...
Mizzle: Doesn't that mean you should be sleeping?
B.a.D: I had some stuff to do...
Mizzle: By stuff to do, are you implying you already did it?
B.a.D: Yeah man, listen, are you busy right now?
Mizzle: Actually yes, I'm trying to figure out why they hell someone is awake on their day off at this hour...
B.a.D: Who?
Mizzle: Hello? *starts to wonder if this is a day dream*
B.a.D: *starts to dial the phone again*
Mizzle: Dude stop pressing fucking buttons.
B.a.D: Oh you answered, how did you know it was me?
Mizzle: *Hangs up the phone and calls the phone company to have his number changed* Hey can I get my number *beep* fuck I'll call back...
Mizzle: Hey man.
B.a.D: Hey dude, I got a day off today are you busy?
Mizzle: *pulls the phone away from ear and feels his brain swelling and possibly bleeding*
B.aD: *starts to dial again*
Mizzle: *Hangs up to contact the hospital*
B.a.D: *goes for a run on the treadmill thinking he'll call Mizzle a little later in the morning just in case he's not at work yet*

So as you can see B.aD and I have a special way of communicating. To some it may seem like we aren't communicating, but really, there's an entire dialogue hidden inside that conversation. Observe...

Mizzle: Yyyyyellow.
B.a.D: This is B.a.D, we have to go get some grub and talk some things over. Do you have a pen?
Mizzle: yessir.
B.a.D: Create an agenda for the meeting, starting with - woman - work - money - cars - livejournal - jokes - bitching and complaining - making our server feel "special"
Mizzle: Got it, I'll see you same place and time as per ususal.
B.a.D: Indeed...
B.a.D: Hey man (overly chipper voice for the time of day, believe me...)

There, did you see all the information exchanged just in the salutaions?

Anyway lets move on...

- This livejournal - I'm not writing in here as often anymore and I wish I was, but feel guilty that I'm not. I feel like I'm robbing you readers of the pure genius, and superbly crafted charm that is my writing. And for this I am sorry. I want to write more, I want to let you in on more. I want to make you laugh more. But it just seems that I can't. I can't and won't. So it's over. I'm officially done. I've been here for a good time, not a long time. And that's how I like to keep it. For all things in my life, I'd rather burn out like a shooting star then fade away. So here I go, into the darkness. But don't worry, I'm sure B.a.D will you keep you informed of my antics. As he's often involved in them. So keep reading, and don't give up. B.a.D will always provide for you. He's kinda like a sugar daddy for you to kill your spare time with. But there's no sugar cause this is the internet... he's more like your data daddy... or something... patent pending.

So I'm out, I'm through, thanks for everything.

This is a long sentence that I'm going to put together before I deliver a message so as to distract your attention so you don't see the punch line. Ok well I think this is long enough here it comes. I'm kidding around you sand baggin sons of bitches. I'm not going anywhere. Not yet. I have way to many coffee breaks to kill with you, and too many stories to tell that make you feel like maybe your life isn't so shitty afterall... unless you read my stories and think your life is boring... to which I say, yeah maybe you should look into that. But anyway, you're not rid of me yet. I still have some fight in me. And I will not say anything like "I will write more often then I have been" because that's a lame thing to do. That's something that people do when they're in terrible and failing relationships... "oh sweety, I'm so sorry, from now on I'll do a better job" blah, if that's what's happening... get out! It's like those people who break up, and get back together... learn from your own mistakes!!! You think if you were together things would be fine, when the entire time they were apart it was discussions over beers with friends and family about how it just wasn't working and how terrible of a person they were or felt like they had been. RUN! RUN GODDAMMIT RUN! Hahaha, I love these little rants that blind side you like a loose fart in a sauna.

Oh and by the way B.a.D... I think we should do our win a date with Tad Hamilton idea one of these times. Think about it, call me, I'll be there for some eats after I get out of Emergency.


B.a.D Sez:

You son of a bitch. Forget the readers, you just gave me a heart attack, and after the week that I've had, they're going to start leaving the gurney outside my front door to save time if I have another quadrouple bypass.

The cool thing about this is, the timing. You made people think that you we're saying goodbye before you bit the bullet in my finale. But the best part of this is, you guys have no idea if he's actually triple crossing you right now. What if he's kidding when he says he's kidding, and he's the one that eats it in my season finale? Ha ha ha ha ha ha... and I know some people have said they know who it is, but rest assured, the only people in the world who know are myself and the B.a.Dcrew because the stories are written and ready to be posted and they've both read it. You guys have no idea.

But for now, you guys assuming it's legit... I'll say... way to take us the other way, Mizzle... that was wicked. However, I would have apprecaited a courtesy call warning me before I read it, rather than feeling intense chest tightening and arm aching. It's only 10 AM man, I've only been up for 4 hours, give me a break here.

You think you had early morning calls before? Now I'm not even going to wait until 8 AM after I'm done lifting weights, treadmilling, vaccuming, e-mailing, watching early morning Daily Show and Colbert Report, eating breakfast, playing with the dog, and dusting the blinds to call you.

B.a.D


So this is the End of my season, I'll see you next season... which pretty much starts and stops as quick as you blink. I just wanted to tie up the loose end from my title of this post.

Mizzle