Chainsaw Slaughter's blog: "excuse me, but..."

As well as get a sax and learn to play it (cause that's my fucking dream and I'll be damned if I'm not gonna finally fucking achieve it), I think I'm going to write a fucking novel on my life for the past 3 months. Tonight just fucking convinces me to do it. Let me explain tonight's events: It's around 9 p.m. and I'm chilling drinking a brewsky watching some denis leary on DVD, having a good time basically. All of a sudden my grandpa barges into my room saying he's about to kill some dude sneaking around the house. So I run outside with my grandpa and see nobody, so me and gramps are hunting this bastard down in the front yard. Something tells me "look under gramps' truck. So I do. Lo and behold, some fucking mexican duder is laying under the truck trying to hide. So I see him and grab his foot and at the same time yell, "get the fuck out from under this truck bitch!" The dude gets scared and fucking hits his head under my gpa's truck and runs out screaming "I'M SORRY! I'M RUNNING FROM THE COPS!" to which me and gramps call this dude's bullshit. So my grandpa runs inside to get a knife after he tells me to keep him here. So I do. I give this dude a punch to the nose and he crashes out for a good 4 minutes or so. My gpa comes out with two big ass butcher knives and the dude comes to and starts wigging the fuck out. So he feeds us the same shit about how he got in a wreck and is running from the cops and apologizes from here to next sunday for hiding out in our yard. So me and ol' gramps have a discussion on the side wether or not we should fuck this dude up beyond recognition or let him slide. After this discussion, we let the fucker go. We give him the best escape route me and gramps know and he takes off. Ten minutes later, a black truck pulls up and the same motherfucker gets out of the fucking truck. He picks something up from out of our neighbor's tree and hauls ass. Me and gramps go "oh fuck this" and chase the truck. They got away. We called the cops and turns out that the same dude is on the run for holding up a convenience store on the other side of town. All I say is that if that fuck comes around here again he's getting royally fucked up. end of story time. But yea, incidents like this one have been going on for about 3 months. A bunch of crazy shit, so I've decided to write a fucking novel about it. It should also be a movie damnit.

Yea... I'm back. My break is now over. Tonight was all kinds of crazy. Cops, runaways and knives. It was nuts... a full blog will be posted later on, but not to worry cherry peeps, I'm back. And in full force. Today has been fubar but that was something that I'll get passed. The important thing is: I'm back. I know, I know, not many of you care, but fuck it. I'm here and you gotta deal with it biatch.

Well, due to a shitload of drama going on lately, I've lost interest in socializing with anyone either here in town or on the net, so I'm taking an indefinate hiatus from everything. I just feel that the majority of people suck and are two faced and will fuck you over at first chance they get. This is the reason my visits here have been sporadic and almost non-existant. Right now my only concern is my family even though part of them keeps ignoring me despite my efforts to try to check up on them. Oh well. A person can only do so much before finally saying "fuck it" and I'm pretty sure that's what they want me to do, but guess what? Ain't fucking happening. So... to those that actually read my shit and understand, good for you! If you don't then I'm not gonna lose any sleep over it. Pieces.

my decision has been made for me. Nothing I can do. I can just sit here and dwell. I would not care if I didn't, but I'm not going to. Why? Because apparently it wasn't that important. end of story.

So here I am, thinking of shit. A bunch of shit. All the thoughts in my head are running 1 million mph in my brain and it's hard to sort out. All I know is right now I can't stop listening to Jimmi Hendrix's "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)", The Rolling Stones "Paint It Black", Lynard Skynard's "Free Bird" and Led Zepplin's "Stairway To Heaven." So yea, besides standing next to a mountain, I have a crucial decision to make within the next week. Something that will determine how the rest of my life is gonna turn out. Besides that and work drama. Let me divulge into the work drama: Well I went to work with a hangover and I really didn't feel like driving. Among other things, they put me in the truck that was a standard... I can't drive standard for shit. So I let the dude I was with that knew how to drive standard take my place behind the wheel. So 2 deliveries later, BAM! this motherfucker hits a car. We have to go take a drug test. Normally, I wouldn't give a rat's hairy motherfucking ass, but I was hungover that day. So I had to go take a piss test with alcohol possibly in my system. So yea, stressed over that. I mean, it's a damn good job even if it is long hours (Saturday I pulled a 13 hour day), but it's good pay. I can't complain as I have alot of friends that work there and we all meet up at the bar after work and shit. Getting fired from that place would suck ass. But eh, if it happens, it happens right?

So then... lost cherry. This is probably not the best way to start off my first blog on here cause I am fucking TANKED! drunker than shit to be exact and still drinking, but fuck it. Either way, I'm new here, still trying to figure the site out and the such. Either way, this blog spot and whatnot will the be the place to see what's going on the head of Mr. Chainsaw himself. People may be offended, saddened, angered and the such, but hey, it's a blog and it's all my opinion. Opinions are like assholes and everyone's got one... including me even if you won't like it. See you around... once I figure out how the piss this site works!