I missed the Prevent class

Aww shit. I got a call at 8:40 this morning, waking me up, to let me know that I missed the drug and alcohol class I was supposed to attend. I thought it started tomorrow. Of-fucking-well. Fuck it. Fuck fuck shit fuck. So, I got up and showered and came into the office to check my e-mail and shit. I feel like cussing a lot today. I want to see my friends.

I read TG's page www.neonlaundry.blogspot.com and it saddened me. He is the kind of Guy that everyone loves to be around and he seems to be a little down. I hate it when I can't be there to cheer him up. I am trying to get that bastardo to come out here so we can tear this state apart. He is so much fun. We had some good times together. Roadtrips to Dallas and to The Dirt. Getting fucked up at his apartment. Me playing security guard at his parties with my headset on looking stupid. Good times. I told him that he needs not be sad. He is the Van Wilder of Tyler. A fucking legacy. Brilliant, good looking, and popular. Every man's dream. He is down because of the past, present, and the future. We have related pasts. Very similar. Except he lost his dog to a girl and I just had to give mine away. I miss Kooter. Everything happens for a reason. Good and bad. Be happy with what you have, not what you want.

Other than that, things are ok with me. I do have some pending issues, but who doesn't? Work still sucks...it is always something. If you don't shoot yourself in the foot here, someone is waiting to shoot you in your back. I guess that is why we wear steel toed boots? I need to get a bullet proof vest.