TRASHED

for the first time in my life, i have witnessed someone so drunk that they made me feel sober after downing a good ol bottle of Bourbon. let me set the scene: finding an excuse to drink excessively on a Tuesday isn't that hard when your us. My friends mom doesn't come home from work till around 8, so these assholes get a fuck load of brew and start drinking at 4 pm. the scene is set. well well i arrive at 6pm, which to me is still way to early to start drinking but hey what ever works right? i can honestly tell you i didn't except to walk into a shit show, it was too darn early. let me tell you one thing, when i mean shit show is an understatement i mean UNDER STATED. i walk in to my best friend shitty drunk telling me how she was making out with her ex boy toy and he said he had to puke. a piss drunk black kid in a sweater vest, and little punkster skipping and handing out compliments like its her job, pretty cool. see i think, alright kids throwing up what ever. when its time for us to leave he cant walk, cant talk and we cant get him down the stairs. HE IS TRASHED and apparently drank more then enough to be. see its not the puking part that i found absurd its the list of comments that came out of his mouth through out the rest of the night. ill give you a few of my personal favorites:

-"i had a backpack, wheres my back pack?" (it was on his back)

-"can you be my friend and put my hood on?"

-"please, i need a hug! please!"

-countless obnoxious moans and groans

-"I'm eastern European i can drink it" apparently not.

-"why cant my fingers feel me?" idk kid mine cant either

the list goes on and on but the important thing is, he spent 5 hours puking his ass off and we wanted to continue the party so we legit carried him around the whole night! troopppersss, right i know. the best part of the whole story is this, he decided to take the train home, and like the good friends we are we let him cause heck, our party wasn't over for the night. he fell asleep on the N and woke up in queens a few hours later.

BAM served mother fucker, guess you wont be drinking like an eastern European champ any time soon? nay?

well who cares id like to watch that shit show again.

Gibby, out.

Game Time?

As much as I am well aware that no one other then me cares about NYC high school soccer here's a story about how I became a hermit.

Remember remember the Fifth of November, yeah ill never forget it. Senior year, play off game, should be a breeze, i mean after all, we've never not made it to the championship. We're a grass team, we can play on turf, but grass is our turf. considering we're seated second in the league we should have gotten to play on our home grass. NONONO little UpTown bitches get us on turf. what ever we can take em'. and the game goes on and on were up 1 nothing entering the second half, bam goal for the prissy missys, fuck. what ever zero zero right? Yellow card on gibby, get off the feild. wowza? off on a yellow GET REAL! the games getting dirty, and no one but us are getting the calls. fowl on top and bam they're up by one. wtfff i wanna play. soo my team is furious i get back in the game my coach makes an ol switch a roo. we are fired three minutes on the clock. nothing. one minute nothing. 30 seconds, i swipe it from the middle run it down send it to my forward BAMMM were tied. what now? over time come on we're pumped. effin yuppies wont play. in the and they make us play two ten minute half is of over time two days later. bull shit i know, never in my soccer glee life have i ever heard of such bull. they make us play on some random Field in the city, half my team is MIA due to traffic and such. walking on the field all mixed up, 20 seconds and they score. the rest of the game is bull shit, the get the ball and kick it as far out of bounds as they can to run the small amount of time we have. I chased the ball more just to get it and throw it in then i did trying to score. and hey, call it what you want but i call it pussy! play us like champs if that what you wanna be. beat us like champs cause bitch until you do, were still the champs. Kearney on three ONE TWO THREE,,,KEARNEY<3>

GIBBY, out

Welcome.

So I've always thought blogging was pretty lame. Then again most of the things I do are lame. Lame in fact, is a lame word. All right ill shut up on that note. Anyway, hey, hello, this is awkward nay? I'm an awkward person, its not intentional. I was born with this terrible power to not understand when i make things awkward, YES! I call it a power because, lets be serious, God made me a damn oblivion to human emotion. It works though, well I think it does. To give you a brief intro to who/what I am:

-fuck it you'll figure it out.

Gibby Out.