Hey all, my cat has apparently become a Mafia Don. I give you the picture to prove it:

Hehe. Cute, huh?

Knaa'mean?

Really, I had made more of an educated guess than anything else - glad to see the evidence.

Stone

Alright people... it's monday... and I still have heard no confessions. No apologies. No "I'm sorry I broke my word to you" 's. NOTHING. To those who have not yet confessed or apologized to me... believe me... You're going to be sorry. To those who have betrayed me... You'll not do it again.

The saddest part is that you have already read my previous post and believe it has nothing to do with you. That's why it's going to hurt me when I blindside you with this. But the fact that you believe what you have done to me is not wrong is just further proof that I cannot trust you to be my friend. You've fucked me before, you fucked me now, and I am now convinced that you will do it again.

I have no place in my life for people who cannot keep there word. Your word is golden. If a man does not have his word he is no man at all. Word is life... You told me that. Unfortunately, a more fitting discription for you would be "Word is shit".

And to the one who has betrayed me and does not read this site, I'm going to lace into you tonight. I'm going to let a rip... and I'm going to enjoy it. And after I've berated you and shit-canned you out of my life... that's when I have my fun. You see, I'm going to destroy your family. Just like you did mine. It's gonna be sweet.

See ya tonight...

Lio, I can no longer keep up this paltry sham of an existence that I have been living. It is time to come clean. So, I think it only fair of me to tell you that once, in 1972, when you were passed out backstage at a Jethro Tull concert, I allowed Ian Anderson to sodomize you with his flute for an autographed copy of Aqualung. Sorry man, you can have the album, if it will make you feel any better.

My my my... You think you know someone. You surround yourself with people. You call them family. You look upon them as brothers. Then... Then they break their word to you. See, I'm faced with a dilemma here folks. I've found out a great wealth of information that was kept from me recently. A lot of information that should have been revealed over time, but since it was all dumped on me at once, it has roughly same effect as keeping a lit cigarrette in an oil refinery.

I've learned of things. Bad things. Kept from me. Broken words. Secret allegiances. Things that were wise to be kept from me. But now that I know... A hard rain is going to fall.

It hurts me to have to get my vengeance. The people I have to get vengeance on are very close to me. I don't want to seek vengeance, but something in me yearns for it. So, I'm going to offer a reprieve. Not everyone knows everything I know. And I'm sure I don't know everything that has gone on. The question is What do I know about who? I'm giving everyone I know until Monday to come clean with me in anyway they may have crossed me. If everything I know hasn't been repeated to me I start doing things. Bad things...

Tonight my wonderful parents threw me a graduation party. Most of my friends, and their parents, came over for some good food (roast lamb, roast ham, and other things that I didn't really bother with.. mmm.. lamb..).

Let me just interrupt for a second. I love eating lamb. I love it. I really do. It's not like its a baby sheep, its just a young sheep. And even if it was a baby, so what.. it dies anyway and tastes damn good. 'nuff said.

I also saw some family friends I hadn't seen in a while. Some I hadn't seen in ten years, so it was interesting. It's funny to see someone ten years older like that.

Plus the police showed up.. you know it's a party then. It's amazing how different the cops are to adults throwing a party compared to a bunch of twenty-somethings. The reason they came though was because someone on the other side of FOUR ACRES of woods heard girls screaming like they were being raped/killed. It was because we were all in the pool and girls are loud. Or they lied and it was a neighbor that complained about the noise or fireworks or something.. who knows. The police signed the guest book tho.

I am going to find out where I can get a whole lamb to use for a lamb roast. Lamb am good, and its much smaller than a pig. A lamb feeds under 20, a pig feeds like 50+ it seems.

So. Yesterday was Slope Day, an annual tradition here at school. On the last day of classes, most everyone heads out to Libe Slope, this big hill that bisects the Arts Quad and West Campus (dorms). You can see a small chunk of it in the picture below:

For some reason, on this one magic day, the drinking age effectively becomes 17 for anyone standing on the Slope. Every year, the school talks about carding, about restricting what you can bring onto the Slope, and it never really works. I think they effectively kept fifths off of the Slope this year. They offer other stuff too - a DJ at the top of the slope (that glassed in area you can see in front of the library in the picture above), obstacle courses, fried dough, things like that. Nada Surf, that band from the mid-90s that sang some song about a cheerleader, they were here, although I didn't see them.

Back to the main purpose of Slope Day, however - to get rippingly, freakishly drunk. I woke up around 10am, took a shower, and started drinking Wild Turkey with some ice, waiting for a few other people to get up, so we could head to the Slope. About an hour later, some people had amassed in the hall outside, the dorm, and I went out there and had a beer with them, and then orange juice and something, vodka probably. During the time out there, I had brought out the liter of Wild Turkey, and passed that around quickly three or four times (impressive, that everyone here took a shot of it each time, although they all made faces the first time or two).

Headed out to the slope, got some fried dough on the way, or, well, a funnel cake. Tasty food, I like them. It was cold, about 50 degrees, so I think there were only about 3000 people on the slope (it can get up to 6000+ I think). Everyone, clustered together in this gigantic group, as if they were waiting to see a band, standing there drinking. I think that's one of the singular things about Slope Day - there are places where you can be surrounded by 3000 drunks (concerts, mainly), but those people are there to see the concert. How many places you can go to and be surrounded by thousands of people whose only goal is to drink? Few, very few.

The police are great - they don't say anything, they just walk around inside the crowd, making sure everyone's okay. They also play along with the people on the slope: taking pictures, standing in with pictures while people hold beer in front of them, one policeman even mock-chugged a 40 of OE. The swarms of volunteers hand out lots of free shit: t-shirts, portable cameras (I have some pictures). Volunteers rove about inside the throng of people handing out water bottles and bagels with cream cheese, in some vain attempt at keeping people from getting drunk, so on. I went out with about 6 people, although the circle we were in kept growing. After a while, though, the press gets kind of oppressive - people started throwing cans of beer in the air, which was good fun, but I left a little after that. 7 more beers, I think, about 2-3 hours on the Slope. I stumbled home, grabbed a trash can, and fell asleep.

I just woke up. I faintly remember moving my head to, you know, a few times throughout the night. I don't think I've ever slept for 15 hours in a row. So, 9 more days, 27 pages to write.

They have some pictures of the slope from the last two years here: Slope Day.

Stone

Okay, best poem to read while drinking ever:

Rubiyaat of Omar Khayyam

So good.

Stone

I think it's a spectacular idea, TA - go for it.

I'm just wondering if it's okay to get drunk with your dad on a Thursday night. Discuss.