Tears

I know it has been quite awhile since I have sat down and actually wrote a full blog but certain events have taken place this past week that I feel obligated to get them out there.

I am a self proclaimed Atheist and a few of my friends are as well (well that read this blog) now I would normally never even talk about the possibility of a or the G** but again due to the circumstances I have to say this: FUCK YOU GOD!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!!! (explanation to come later)

OK so the past week and half (most of you know) my parents and sister have been up in Michigan leaving me alone in the house. Now after the first day or so I thought wow this is awesome I can do whatever I want with out having to ask or whatever. But after a couple more days I realized nothing had really changed because I still did the same shit that I did when they were home except it was a little quieter. I still went to work after getting up around noon, I still went to Jeremy's on my days off, and I still didn't go to bed until 3 or 4 in morning. When I was home it was pretty lonely if I couldn't have gone to Jeremy's I probably would have killed my self because it was to lonely.

About half way through the week my mom called me crying and telling me that my grandpa had been admitted to the hospital and said it wasn't looking good, she also said that they were gonna start on their way to come home which would cut their vacation a week or so short. The next day I called and she said that he was doing a lot better and they were going to stay up there until they heard more from my grandma. A couple days later he didnt get any better so my parents finally made up there mind and decided to start heading down, she also asked me to go visit him in the hospital and represent our (immediate) family. I never like to see family members in such a state of vulnerability so I really didnt want to go but my mom insisted and what kind of dick would I have been if I told her that I not gonna go see my sick grandpa so Thursday (my day off) I went up at around 1 to see him, unfortunately he was in testing so I met my grandma, my aunt and a couple other family members down in the cafeteria. We sort of just passed the time by talking, they asked me about my job and how I had been holding up all by myself at the house. Eventually we got to see him after the tests I was there a good hour before my aunt left so I decided it best time for me to go but I told them I would be back later that night in case my grandma needed a ride home. So around 6 that night I went back and went back up to the room to see my aunt linda and cousin?(I think) Patty so I just stayed there for awhile until they were ready to go.

So lets speed it up to Saturday night when I had the choice to either go to Jeremy's or my aunts house where my cousin(age 20) was gonna have a bomb fire (he had a lot of phone books to burn) now no offense to Jeremy but I wish with all my heart that I could go back and change my decision (I feel I could have prevented what happened [explanation soon]) So I got to Jeremy's around 10 we kinda just talked and fooled around on the internet (I also gave him a present) before bed I watched the Supernatural episode from two weeks ago (yea I slacked a little) We woke up around 9 to nothing to exciting planned so we again just fooled around online and talked to his mom while she looked at Black Friday ads AGAIN. Then I got the call, my mom called me crying again and I feared the worst that possibly my grandfather had passed, but I actually got worse news. My little cousin who I love 10x more than anybody else in my family (immediate or not) somehow got outside under the "supervision" of my cousin (20 year old) and got to the still burning coals of the fire the night before. I dont know if he fell into or what but he ended up with burns on his hands between his knee and mid shin and a small spot on his back (as I am writing this I am starting to cry [making my title true]) Now I dont know the extent of the burns but he had to be taken to Tampa's Burn Center in a helicopter.
We could ask questions all day like: Why didnt someone throw dirt on the coals to put them out? or Where the fuck was Danny when Ricky got out? But no one person can be blamed for what has happened we just have to hope for as great as a recovery as possible.

I just now got off the phone with my mom and they are gonna be here in 2 hours and I am done.
I will update later so until then.


Peace Out :(