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Achilles Run, "Stay thirsty my friend."

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Welcome to the real world

Stoney and his peep having problems. She's ticked he's got no job, nothin' goin' on.....basically, the shit driving me crazy, but knowing I can't say anything-yet.

I fear for him, praying he doesn't turn out like his mother. As of last week he still had $$$, now he asked if I'd cash the check Pedrito enabled him with. In other words, he smoked everything away.

Remember when I urged him to file his taxes, if he had, he'd have $$$. If he didn't smoke-either substance-he'd have approx. $15 daily in the bank. But no, nothing.

Gonna be one skinny kid.

All my life, since the fifth grade, I knew what I wanted to do. Raised by my mother, I always had a plan B. Never wasted everything, always made each day count.

I'm there for him, always will be. I won't take the easy way out like Bitch did. I DO hope he appreciates it, but no, I'm Bad Cop.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Growing pains

So, Stoney seems to always be around. Even the days he typically worked. After asking 2x, he finally shares that he got fired. Wonder where his grocery $ will come from? I worry about him, too much wasted-just like his mother. But, he has $$$ to smoke, so.....................

I pray he one day takes my example: save boy! He never knows what lies around the corner.

REALLY a shame since now all he has to do is lay around, play games, and smoke. Such a waste.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Call me "Gumby"

As in" flexible as hell."


With Bitch gone, it's been a period of adjustment. I expect the next 48 months to be like this. The good news: I know what to expect when I go home, I can sleep (well) @ night-IN MY OWN HOME, I'm no longer verbally abused. The other news: it's all on me. At any rate, my blood pressure is good-I have no daily drama.


Unfortunately, the amount of pure SHIT It left behind is staggering. At least a dozen coffee pots, TONS of books (this from a person who never finished any), tons of thrift store SHIT. And remember, this poor excuse for a human never had any $$$ to give the son It claimed to love, for lunch money. Fucking amazing. And Its friends believed all Its shit, in effect, enabling Its suicide. Imagine a person with all this 12 Step shit littering the house (@ least 6 Big books), yet performs the ultimate act of taking Its will back? Don't declare bankruptcy, don't @ least TRY to make payments. No, take the easy way out, just like mommy. Nice.


One day Stoney wil realize I was always there for him. If not, his loss.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Go with the flow

Woke up in a rush-RAIN!!!!! Every window in the house was open, no one else there, so ran around shutting them. All this an hour prior to when I'd planned to rise. Ok, had no prob going back to sleep.


(Stoney? M.I.A. Turns out, went camping-nice if he'd told his father/landlord. Fuck it, the house was quiet-and CLEAN. Funny, didn't give a FUCK about the dog he begged for.).


So, woke up, raining, back to sleep. An hour or so later, drizzling, lightly. So, got up and out. Worst case, work out @ the gym.


Turns out, the rain was moving east-thus-got my run in.


The nice part of living with Bitch and all the Mental Case's drama for the past 8 years: taught me to be flexible.


So, got my miles, as well as ran into a former peep. One of the guys from the old job saw me lacing up, headed over to chat (his shift was ending). Was really nice to chat with him.


This wouldn't have happened if I'd given in to the rain. Good to go with the flow sometimes.


AND, got my miles!


(One of the AP peeps commented that the pix from Sunday's run were good. True-good times, good friends, a GREAT location!).

Sunday, August 2, 2015

8/2/15

Nice.

I WANNA isolate, but called my make believe friends and headed to a race in NYC. Really had fun. Pix below.

One related how a person who didn't even know her was bending her ear about my being a horrible human @ Bitch's wake. Nice. Running someone into the ground, to a total stranger.

Fuck 'em. I ran, I had a blast!