The personal story thread
 

I shot a man in Reno

Worst thread since the Vinyl Siding thread.

I'm aggressively stalking Frown. He doesn't know it (I think)

It's going to end up somewhere along the lines of this. Shhhhhh. Keep it a secret.

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a5/9b...3f34d127f8.jpg

I'm not sure if it's legitimately worrying that this isn't the first time Chula has mentioned stalking a member of this forum.

Don't be so hard on yourself. It was only the worst thread ever.

Vinyl Siding thread >>>>



wheres the thread!! https://boxden.com/smilies/9dLvLtA.png

You were renovating a house and you shot someone? That's a bit extreme. With a nailgun, was it?

Shoddy workmanship and backhanders. It fell down, is what I'm saying.

I literally just thought about making a thread like this but then realized how stupid of an idea it was and stopped myself.

well that wasn't a very interesting story

This is why you don't have threads about siding, loser.

When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned?"
He said, "Will you defeat them?
Your demons, and all the non-believers
The plans that they have made?"
"Because one day, I'll leave you
A phantom to lead you in the summer
To join the black parade"

I have an entire journal for this exact thing.

Let me be frank: when I was 20 years old, I was married and had a kid. I was working long shifts at a factory job just trying to get by and it was getting rough dude. I couldn't afford food, I was getting evicted, I was absolutely ****ed. I was desperate, hungry, sleep-deprived, and delusional to the point of wanting to kill my family, both to protect them from the struggle of poverty and to protect myself from it. In a feverish rush I picked up a gun, walked across the room, pointed it at the six month old baby in the crib, and fired. I turned and shot my wife next. After that, I ****ing lost it, weeping, teardrops pouring down my cheeks. So much remorse, shouting what have I done? I pointed the gun at my head and ended it. I was just a corpse on the ground with my family. Then I went to hell where I'm at today and I was like "aaaahhhh". Btw you're all here too.

Explains a lot. A heck of a lot. The quality (or lack there-of) of your music being front and center. Should have just shot off your fingers and spared us all the subsequent grief.

*snooze*

One thing that I will concede is that the construct of my music that exists in your head is more powerful than anything that I could muster.

Deleting because I'm an idiot

Yeah I didn't finish this cause I knew what it was by the third sentence.

Damn. And I thought that I was being so subtle.

Wow, that is pretty rough wishing. I would never wish that on anyone.

The other day I saw a man with no hands, just two hooks, not even a hand-like prosthetic, not that they would be any more useful. I couldn't imagine what his life would be like. As a musician it shook me to the core. I thought I should be more grateful for what I have.

I would never joke around like that. Even if you're make-believe Chula pretending, that's pretty rough **** you're imagining there.

If I lost my hands I would just get robot hands which can do things that are infinitely crazier and more irritating to the likes of TH and Chula.

That's a resilient spirit you have. I heard there is a guy who can play a slide guitar with his feet.

If my robot hands idea doesn't work I can scream and bang my head on a drum.

Or be the master of the double bass drum. You should think about making an album with only your feet playing instruments and make Chula listen to it.

Stupid joshing on my part. Remind me to tell you about the blues jam I once did which ended up with me crawling into a gutter out of shame.

As long as they are pedicure clean. I have a nasty aversion to unclean feet. And thinking about them being at the end of Frowny's obscenely long and misshapen body gives me shudders.

Yo Chula, don't forget to tell Neap about the blues jam you once did which ended up with you crawling into a gutter out of shame when you get a chance.

Also did you just try to dis me for being tall? lol

Misshapen. Keep up. :p:

I was voted most symmetrical in my high school yearbook.

Let me guess, just to watch him die.

Lame and late. Get out of my house.

Got invited to an open mic bar once. You put your name on a list along with your instrument and every couple of songs they'd rotate the lineup. Me and another dude get called up to play guitar. 12 bar blues tune. He solos first. Super sweet phrasing and tone but at a snails pace. We're on opposite sides of the stage so I can't really see him too good.

My turn and I go all Gary Moore. Wasn't meaning to show him up but definitely wanted to display my chops.

Our time is up and the guy comes over to introduce himself. We give each other props and it's then I realize he only has 3 fingers on his fretting hand (thumb, index, and pinky). Where's that gutter when you need it?

I apologized profusely but he was really cool. He'd lost his middle and ring finger in an accident and had given up playing guitar for about 10 years. Then slowly started to get back into it and developed a new style with his limited digits. He was really good in a BB King kind of way. Great vibrato.

We got called back up later in the evening and I played my stuff not using my middle or ring finger. He kept laughing at me cause I was struggling, but we did an awesome extended call and response solo. Crowd loved it too when some realized what was going on.

I was excited to hear about the design and condition of the gutter. Colour me disappointed.

tl;dr i'll raise hell with the sides

Once, when I was head of HR at our company I had to fire all these.... oh wait. Personal? Sorry, my mistake.

Last week I ate a perfectly good donut and cookie out of the trash can at Target. (They had clearly tossed them all out within the hour, so obviously they were fine) They weren't even remotely stale. In terms of garbage donuts, they were great.

Hello my love

So they were in a box or a tied bag, right?

Nope.