I had a friend in Longview named Brooke. I knew her before I moved to Corpus, but we hadn't thought of each other as nothing more than friends. When it became apparent that I was moving back to Longview, we put the cards on the table about our feelings, and felt it would be nice to try a date. We did, and it was a blast. We went to eat at a Tex-mex restraunt, and then putt-putting (she hated the little song and dance I had for going to play putt-putt. I think it was the coreography). Brooke told me that she could not play putt-putt, and I took this picture right after she made a hole in one on the first hole.
Brooke is gorgeous, no? I think so. Even though she snookered me into her putt-putt skills. When it was all said and done though, I won. My golf skills kicked in, but she kept it extremely close. It was a blast.
So, this week is 'find a job' week. I'll check out the market, see what is out there....there has to be something out there. Who knows, I should find a super duper job. That and I am sure I'll get to spend some more time with Brooke.
Told ya, I've been busy. I'll keep all y'all informed on all I do, because I know y'all miss me as much as I miss y'all.
Yeah, we're friends. But, you know, it's the type of friendship where if you're in trouble, I probably won't be there for you. Just like I wouldn't expect you to be there for me. It's a more honest friendship. It's not this like phony thing. It's a genuine friendship. I can't trust you. You can't trust me. I'm not gonna take a bullet for you. I'm not gonna jump on a grenade for you. I'm gonna...
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You know, I would take a bullet for you...like in the arm or in the leg...maybe a flesh wound...but still I would take a bullet for you.
Of course it could be a self inflicted wound if I was shooting your g-pa's sawed off shotgun...aw..good memories.
Cute girl...good luck with the job...by the way...she doesn't look like any of the other crazy Brookes we know. Thank God!
Peace out friend
Yeah, I changed the name to the asylum. It fit better with my ring name. The Crazy One.
Well, I already have bruised ribs. If you come up to visit I will bring you along.
Dude. Nick went on a date with a girl?
Woah.
Does anyone else feel like thier brain fell out of the back of their head?
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