||[May. 10th, 2008|10:49 pm]
Okay, so I've been vague.
I've been distant.
But know it's time to set the the last three years of my life straight.
I believe we all kinda last left off with me living with Cowboy, his sister, and her fiancee Eric.
Well, Eric and Anissa moved out leaving the place to just Cowboy and I.
We partied every hour of every day with people that I will never see again, and if I do, I won't remember who they are, or what we did the nights I met them.
Then, Cowboy, after going through much financial grief and oppression of the man, decided to be homeless.
He took off west and ended up all over the country, NY, New Orleans, Boulder, and such, then ended up in California.
I stuck it out for a few months, until the lease was up, partying even more.
Perhaps entirely too much.
After this I lived in the basement of Dan Basic, and his parents.
But still continued to find ways to party constantly and continue to self-destruct.
It was at that point I decided to move back with my family in Indiana.
And it worked.
I did numerous jobs, landscaping, substitute teaching, waiting tables, I even briefly worked at Pizza Hut.
And I cleaned up.
And it was pretty good, but extremely boring.
After awhile, I moved out of my mothers and into a house a town over.
It had mushrooms growing in the hallway and bathroom, and had no bedroom door.
The previous occupants never fixed the toilet and did no. 1's in the living room. This was all taken care of before I moved in. Not the mushrooms however, the mushrooms remained.
After several months of living by myself, I started getting lonely.
I had a few friends. Adam, Danny, and Big Gay Matt still came to visit me, but my only friends in the area were the same age as my mother, if not older. I played pool, sang kareoke, and smoked a lot.
One day, I met the daughter of one of these friends, Jami, and she was going through a rough patch.
She just moved back in with her mother and step-father, who were really good friends of mine, and we sort of fell in love. She immediately moved in with me and three months later we were engaged.
But only on account of how much we fought. It was a never ending battle due to the fact that everyone that she ever dated cheated on her, and she thought I would do the same. I couldn't find a way to express to her that I never would do that.
Less than a year later, we were hanging out with some of her old friends I had never met. Father's day, last year to be presise. I only remember this because my dad would kill me if he were there that night.
We were promised a place to stay, so we got completely hammered. I personally drank an entire bottle of Southern Comfort. Her friends boyfriend came home and accused the three of us of wanting to have some sort of three way, he was fucked up on something, and took a joke I had made, a little too seriously. Names were called, I stepped in, and got punched in the face. At that point I decided it was time to go. There was no way we were staying there, I would just drive a few miles to my grandmas and we would just crash there.
I didn't make it out of the driveway, hit a fence, a house, a gas meter, a car, and a friend of the boyfriends. Although he was hardly injured, the memories plagued me for months. I totalled my car, spent the night in jail, and had no choice but to move in with my mom until I could work off the bail.
After that it was a downward spiral.
She left me for someone she worked with, I owed my landlord hundreds of dollars, and have yet to go to court for this.
But, I worked day and night. I finished my first book (and I am re-writing it as we speak), worked 12 hour days four to five days a week, and did nothing but make money.
Christmas last year came, and I could not bare to stay in Indiana any more. Reminders of hitting rock bottom were everywhere. So I came to stay with Adam for a week, to help releive all the stress I was going through, also knowing that soon, I would no longer have a job. There I met Josh, a guy that lived in the same complex as Adam. Josh took me into were he worked, and immediately offered me a job. It wasn't much, but I liked it, and it would pay my rent if I were to move in with my brother Justin, who just moved to Wheaton earlier last year for school. So I did it.
And I've been here ever since.
And it has been incredible.
Josh moved downtown, Adam moved in with me briefly before moving in with Josh. I'll probably end up here soon too if I start working seven nights a week.
I am happy, beyond belief.
And I'd really like to hear from the people I once knew.
I am constantly busy, but it's always great to see familiar faces.
The first few months I moved back, every day I saw someone I hadn't seen in years.
But, yeah, I know this seems kinda depressing, but it really is amazing to be back, older, and wiser.
Love you all,
Jay (Jason) Crew (Crews)