Thread: The Devil You Know: Inside the mind of BlisteredBlood

So, I realized that there's not a whole lot of people that know who I am or what it is that I think about during my off days, so I might as well come right out and cut to the chase. To the folks here on Blue Moon, I go by BlisteredBlood, Blister, Blood, BB or whatever kinda nickname I generally go by here. I really don't have much more to say beyond all of that, mainly because you don't wanna hear someone like me ramble on like a cranky old man. So. Let's get straight down to business, shall we? Hell, I'll even throw in a music video to set the mood. ----------------------------------------- youtube Saturday Afternoon, January 23rd, 2010 Well, where have I been? About the same as I have always been. For the most part, I've been drifting back and forth between all sorts of alternate realities within the myriad realms between dreams, reality and somewhere in between them. I'm not sure just what to all it, but at least I have decided to make an effort to have the goddamn common courtesy to show my face. So. A couple of people are coming by the house tomorrow afternoon to look at the house. Why? Because the fuckhead of a landlord has decided to sell the place even after he made a claim to my mother about a year ago that we were guaranteed to be here at least two years. You know, it's not enough that I have to sit here and take this on the chin as I have already done, but let's face it. When it comes to the lesser of two evils, there are times when you have to go with the devil you know. Still, I can give less than two shits about it. Besides, this dump of a place hasn't been considered livable all this year. What, with my uncle being the primordial shithead with my mom and all. You see, he's thinking that he's trying to pull a fast one over on her on most days, especially since he's been gone for a week at my cousin Linda's place out in - I think - Lincoln. Or Cumberland. I dunno and I don't care. But enough about that. I don't even want to get into specifics other than what I have already said about the matter. Anyways, I've been looking up certain problems I've been having on the internet. Adujstment disorder? Lovely. HA! And if this wasn't enough, I've also come across a mild depression and get this! fucking social phobia! And I'm not even registered in the military, which makes it just as funny. I'm sorry, but I just cannot help but laugh at all of this. According to the things I've been reading, I'm teetering on the edge of being just plain crazy or clinically insane. But ya know what? I embrace it. I love the fact that I can be insane. I welcome the fact that I am among the 5-21 of adults in men, anyway that are crazy enough to go up to a random stranger and eat his face off like our old buddy Jeffrey Dahmer did years ago. But tonight, when we got back from shopping at a grocery store, it was a different story. We were getting out of the taxi when my mom and I had gotten up to the front door and found it to be locked as well as the side door, too. Apparently, my genius of a brother - I use that term loosely - had locked up thinking ma had the key. Well, we didn't. So, after skulking around trying to figure out a way in, she finds a gardening fork in the back and opens the security window. But the thing if it was, it was too high for her to reach. So, I offer to get it high enough. But that was too high even for me, so I tell her to get a chair that was out back and roll it up to the window. After struggling to get my foot on the paneling and fighting with the curtains to push them apart, I eventually slip inside the window and crash hard onto my left shoulder and faceplanted into the floor. No, nothing was broken, fortunately. However, I caught a slight shoulder stinger as well as hit my stomach on the radiator. Luckily, that wasn't on or I'd be in worser trouble! So. A BE into my own house was the highlight of my night. How was yours?