Two men are walking at one another down a street until they meet, in which in this instance one of the men (Man A) breaks into the infamous Haka war dance then immediately attacks the other(Man B). To the untrained eye this would seem to be an impulsive act, almost madness to most. Alas if one were to dig deeper, to document both men's experiences (Stories if you will) of this action, then light may be shed on this mans animalistic act of aggression. With this new information at hand, one would now understand that because Man B had slept with Man A's wife and consequently forced his family to split,and have his possesions torn away, this would bring us to a clearer understanding. Amongst all the chaos Man A thought it best to leave his pick up truck with his children so they could more efficiently move. Shortly thereafter ,by chance, the two men meet in the middle of the street, what else could have happened. This scenario will help you to understand that most habits ,not all, but most are built around positive and negative reinforcement. As simple as the act of scolding a child after a wrong doing, or buying the same child Ice Cream after earning an A on an important history test. Please bare with me as we will be jumping around at first to cover the back story.
For the purposes of this story our character will be known as Booker Jones. Booker was an stand out athlete in high school, and a shoe in for college baseball after his senior year. Booker's parents, being naive and ignorant, allowed B to entertain the fact that ,even at a tough JUCO baseball school, he would be head and shoulders above the other student athletes; similar to B's high school situation. Needless to say competition became extremely tough and life was confusing as he had never really experienced failure previous to this point, and being away from dear mom and dad did not help. B sank into a depression that single handedly killed his ball career and kick started his alcoholism. Again bare with me; Cut too; A year after leaving said JUCO and nestling into a small yet traditioned university, B had more of that pizzaz in his step that he was so well known for during HS. B's heart was never the same after such miserable failure during his time in Collegiate ball, he was burnt out on the entire atmosphere It was time for B to finally be himself and to live life as he pleased. Being an ex football star he found a sport that encompassed his newly found party animal lifestyle with the structure of a competitive sporting club, Rugby. After the first two weeks of practice B was appointed Fly Half, the quarterback of Rugby, and by the end of semester he would be named captain . In amidst of all this excitement B also found himself in love with a gorgeous, long legged, golden haired girl from Houston. Backing up a bit, B was raised in a tiny town, attended JUCO in a tiny town, and now lived in a "College" town with a population varying from 30-35 thousand, depending on if classes were in session. Ignorant is the kindest word i can use to describe B at this point in his life. For years, literally years, day in and day out Booker Jones lived as if there were no tomorrow. This lifestyle affected two major areas of B's life, number one his education. He effectively added 2 full years and upwards of $25,000 to his degree expenses by not bearing down and focusing on his school work. Number two the 30 months B and Goldy (for our story's sake) had spent together were tough times between the lovers. With almost every problem they faced arouse from B's excessive drinking one way or another. Goldy ,at every turn, would try to be reasonable with her significant other, alas this is why the term unreasonable was coined. In every sense of the word this was true. No one wants to get pulled down by the drowning man, who knew he would be drowning himself. And so the day came when Goldy would no longer take the late nights, the shady scenarios, or the bold faced lies that Booker constantly created to appease his long legged dame.
Just a reminder, this story IS about Sex, Drugs, and Alcohol, anyway..Not knowing what he had lost till it was too late ,B again was crushed beyond belief. He almost instantaneously realized that he was the lead antagonist of his own story. Change was inevitable. Single again, B would have to get back into "The Game", but the years with Goldy had made him complacent and lazy in this aspect of his life. So he did what he was best at, getting shitfaced. After weeks of trying to get pussy in his inebriated state B realized that he had lost his so called game (or you could go all Austin Powers and say he lost his Mojo). What takes place next would, and still to this day does, influences B's every thought, every movement, every decision there after. B was introduced to a drug that i'm calling DDy. DDy's chemical make up is that of amphetamine salts, this is thought to counter act the symptoms of those truly suffering with ADHD and ADD. But for those with perfectly natural brain activity this is nothing but a form of semi legal speed. DDy is ran as a street drug and is abused by most that are prescribed. At first B had a hard time controlling his "high" when taking DDy, but came to find that if he ingested it while intoxicated that he became a shell of his former self around the ladies. The more he consumed, the higher the dosage went, and more often than not, if he could sleep, he would wake up with a floozy next to him. For B this drug took care of everything. It helped with his school work, its intended purpose, it kept him from being a complete moron after twenty beers, and pretty much kept females in and out of his bedroom. How could this possibly go wrong?!
Thats all for this week. I hope your not overwhelmed by the first instalment, it's just the background has to be set for the rest to make sense. I look forward to hearing how you guys feel, And excited for you all to hear the stories that follow. Also if you guys want i have a couple of photos of Goldy if you would like for me to post them.