Friderunday

As usual my weekend started Thursday night. I met up with Robin and Nick on Mambo rooftop. it's always good to see friends you haven't seen in over a year the bonus was he was on the decks. Nice venue I'll certainly ensure I end up there more often.
Then once we had shut down mambo it was time to hit up Buddha bar. Which was quite empty. That's just fine by me because that just ends up giving me more room to dance. So as always me and Robin rocked it. I guess at some point I should admit to the real reason I was out this night. Well this gal set me to a challenge. The challenge of shot for shot til one person loses. Now normally I laugh at a woman trying to challenge me but I know better this girl can handle herself quite well. In fact she claims I've seen her autopilot but I know better I've yet to see it. Anyways the main purpose of the night out was to prepare me for the weekend. The predrink one would call it. Eventually I grabbed 5 speeds to help regulate. If you don't understand what I mean by regulation I doubt you will and I'm not about to explain. So I got into the speed at the bar and didn't stop. I'll be the first to admit I have a nasal addition. So to clarify i certainly didn't sleep Thursday night. I could lie and say I did it because I was worried about the challenge ahead. As I said that would be lie. If there's someone who could give her a run for her money it's me.
So well jump to Friday morning. I was excited, couldn't wait to pick up my rental I'd reserved for the weekend. Started to get anxious. felt like I'd never get the fuck out of dodge. Tends to come with the territory when your jacked up on speed. I was wrong we got out of Ottawa pretty much on time.
The best part of our arrival at Lac Dumont was the huge puddle I jumped upon arrival. I definitely got some air.
So we had arrived it was time to get the weekend started. Drank a few beers and split some shrooms with Iza.
Can't remember the last time I'd done em so they hit me but not so much with Ash. So I grabbed some more. Well this is where the shroom nightmare begins. I was fucked. All I could say is: "I'm fffT. I'm fffT!"
I've been told I was having a conversation with a tree. I won't lie I'm curious how that panned out. My hoodie was soaked and clearly was weighing me down. I got right fucking fed up with it so threw I threw it. Found it at sun up so no biggy. I couldn't make sense of anything. I tried walking around but was stuck in this repeat cycle over n over. Finally Vanessa tucked me into my safe spot the car. I was tech-tarded couldn't for the life of me figure out my phone or the sound system which were connected (stupid Bluetooth). Not long after I finally snapped out of the shroom nightmare.
So I grabbed the bottle of Jagger because I wasn't done with this night. Everyone was happy to see I had returned to reality. I heard: "Griff! Your back." It feels really good sometime friends knew enough that they couldn't help me snap out of where I was but happy to know I'd made a safe return.
So it was on! Ghetto Jagger bombs and a couple of fist pumps later and I was good to go. at some point we ended up going back to the truck me and Ashley. Randomly there was little black thong right behind the truck on the ground. When we opened the door there was a random pirate fake nail on the front passenger seat. totally made no sense cause no one in the car was wearing em and it was always locked.
Random!

While I was at the car I hopped in my bathing suit because of tradition. last time I had gone to the festival at first light I dropped down to near nothing and ran into the lake. So it had to be repeated. Everyone thought I was fucking nuts. But the first time I did it a girly followed me out in the water that made it all worth while.

Around this time the morning light came up so it was time for us to do acid. Tab and a half each and hope for the best. It took a while to kick in but at that time I noticed Ceasar down bellow in the water. It was such a trip down there the clouds were crisp. The minnows were fun to follow as they swam all around you. Even at one point I laid down in the water and all the minnows came right up to me and all at the same time It came to a climax
it felt like they all bit me at once. It was pretty intense. Sun up was such an epic swim.
Shortly after my swim Miguel and Chris got on the decks. I don't think many would really understand it but there is nothing like booming Drum and Bass at the crack of dawn. If I was into yoga this would be like my Zen pose. Its a rare find in Ottawa. In fact I can't remember how long it's been I've been at Zen like that. Out of no where a wicked friend hands me a folded over piece of foil. "What's this" I think to myself. It's the only thing that only made it up there as personal. Ketamine the one thing I don't believe I'll ever give up. To sum it up the best present I could ask for in my Zen pose. As we see Ceasar walk by we realize needed to be on the mic. So we needed to find Sarcastro. The holy mic holder as it would seem. He crashed out earlier so we had to go find his tent. So walked all the way over, Down the hill, around the bend and down the way. Luckily he was up so we grabbed the mic. Then it was time to return to the stage. Ceasar looks over at me and says "Take me back to where we were" I fucking laughed so hard because I love missions even the little one's. So off we went to the place I was at one with world. Couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes before Zen was taken away because someone jumped on the decks and switched to hardcore. Fuck that it was time to hit the beach because unity with the worlds essence was gone for now.
It was pretty plain jane during the day. everyone end up down on the beach or chilling in the water. Ashley and Vanessa brought the sweetest drunk-a-lounger (DAL) it was a blow up raft that sat two and had a beer cooler right in the middle. Once floating around it apparently became my job to get everything for the even in such shallow water. Light a smoke and walk out because no one floating around had fire. The last straw was when they asked me to bring out a towel to the raft. It had been enough trekking back and forth. Not long after I had to rescue Iza and Molly from floating away on a blow up mattress. I get them to shore for them to let me know they wanted to stay out floating. See what I get for trying to help. Ha
Around this point is where I ended up with cutting the bottom of my left foot.

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the means to an end.

I've gone no where far in life and there is absolutely no one to blame but me.
Seriously man smarten the fuck up.
The days of getting shittered do nothing for you man.

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No direction.

Still have absolutely no direction in life.
By no means make the right decisions.
In fact I'd question all manner of life choices I've ever made. Getting right fucking bent is far more important than getting ahead in life. Nothing else matters to me. I make it through my work week only to become a weekend warrior. Fighting the never ending battle to achieve further depths of dementia. My goal? To lose myself enough to be able to forget everything.
With all the times I've tried not once accomplished the task I've set out for myself. I may have reduced my brain cell count but not forgotten a single memory I wish I could of erased. why can't I come to realize there is no way to rewrite history but you could learn from your mistakes if you're willing to be taught. I've chose this path knowingly. Only looking for outcome.

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Soul Selecta

So this is by far one of my favorite events to attend. If your looking for me on the 2nd or 4th Saturday of the month best place to look for me is Brixtons on Sparks. So many multitude of stories of my adventures at a soulselecta event. But the one I will tell is the funniest one that comes to the top of my head. I shall call this story The Can't Dancer. TCD

So to me, going out to soulselecta means I'm going out to dance, Now this doesn't mean I'm going out to grind up on someone. Nope It means I'm going to Jam out with my yam out. Which means for your own sake steer clear of my potential path of flailing. Your bound to get hit or something unintentionally.

So this story is about a girl that could not dance if her life depended on it.
Might be able to find her on FB....

First time of the night that I hit the dancefloor she came over to say hi and decided to grind up on me preventing me from doing what I'm at soulselecta for. DANCE. I will openly admit I am not the best person when it comes to having strategies on how to tell someone I'm not interested. Well on this night I would book it like a bat out of hell. I mean not just leave the dancefloor but leave the venue or the opposite way and into the bathroom. I wouldn't write a story about an occasion of this only happening once cause i mean if you don't know any better that's cool yo.

So this is what ended up happening all night. I'm there to dance but I can't cause all I'm doing is running away. Just to clarify I most certainly wasn't the only person she would try this "MOVE" on she didn't it to anyone male dancing. Finally I guess when she ran out of steam from all the grindage she sat upon the speakers. This is the one time of the night a comment made me laugh about the situation. Krickette said: Look Griff she's grinded up on everything now, Even the bassbin!

So most of my stories are quite bastardly but in the end they are hilarious and sometimes even have a hint of morals to them. That's right don't get up on when I got my dance on.

I'm a bad dancer.

You always got be fucking proud of where you've come from. The 613 is my family! No matter where I end up I know it will always take me back if I fail.

Watch ya step as I climb up the ladder of hope. I watch ya speak and all ya do is choke. Come alone little man as I sit and just toke. Fell down to high now your body feels broken. Stolen my heart jumps oand remains all but frozen. Lost all the time just lost all the passion. I write these words and act like I know it. But in reality I'm the one who's forgotten. And can't remember all but nothing

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every thing needs to end.

I lash out in anguish. It's all I can do to make it stop. the pain, the truth, the lies everything in between and then some. my identity is anything concrete and real. it honestly depends on the day, the state, the mentality. I can't continue with me.
I've hurt a world full of people. some that all they have ever tried to do is help. when you hurt the ways I do clarity is impossible to see. my mind shows me that they don't want to see me helped. I mean come on Michael.
no one has ever hurt you the ways you have. why can't I admit that?
my dignity, ego, what is left of my mind, pride, the way I how I hold my head low but yet could never show to anyone ever.
Am I one to consider death as the answer to way out of here?
no. but have I ever?
yes and I couldnt ever go through with it. I don't think I would be still here with out her being brought into world. she deserves better. her mom is now with someone else in another place. I wouldn't expect he ever replace me but hopefully he can fill that role for me. she damn well deserves that. I will be the first to admit it.
I will never finish this..
only because it never ends.

it's better to not to.

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knife fork spoon

So this may be my worst story of all.
but all stories need to be told may they be good or bad.
So I had been seeing this girl I'd met. which if anything is rare. I never commit but let's be honest is seeing someone really any sort of commitment...? Yea I didn't think so.
Well the annual kegger was coming and I had someone coming to share it with me. My girl Ashley had moved back to Toronto for the summer even though I had met her here because the school year was over. She came down on a thursday. So we ended up at my favorite Thursday location at the time Gracies west. We drank and you know what? We drank hard. The next day wasn't so grand because I was preparing for the kegger and my girl at the time ended up tanked way too early. She was an embarrassment to me no matter how she introduced herself to friends coming by my pad she was pretty fallen over drunk. Why? because she proved that she wasn't unable to handle her booze like me. In reality if you can't handle your booze like me then I won't even give you the time of day. So the girl I was seeing couldn't handle her booze. This wasn't off to good start but my girl came down from Toronto to be with me so she deserved and earned my respect with being there with me. Hell this woman was even willing to share another woman with me. That fact almost is the reason why I'm writing this story. We had agreed to share my bed with another.
So now I begin writing about the day of the event. I warned her of her intake and how she should handle herself being my girl. Frankly I just wanted to make sure she didn't embarrass me. I wanted her to keep her composure so we could find someone to join us once the night was over and done with. Who was I kidding it was a kegger. I was host and she should rightfully be allowed to enjoy her night.
I was far too busy making sure no one was fucking with my place to pay attention on my girls intake. I mean someone has to be security. I was self appointed security. Why you might ask. Because no one fucks with my place.
The next thing I know one of my roommates is telling me my girl is passed out half in my room and half in the hall. So I go up to check on her. There she is half n half as I was told. Not having the time to do anything else I brought her into my room so she could sleep it off and so I could continue making sure my place was secure.
This is when another person comes into the story. I come downstairs to be introduced to quite an interesting character. On meeting Beth the introduction went like this: Hey. Do you wanna spoon? haha the game was on! because to me spooning meant forking purely cause I didn't know any better.
What did I care my girl was already passed out. Even after I told her to watch her intake. Not going to lie I was fucking pissed.
So as the night progressed Beth seemed like a perfect candidate to join me and my girl. Too bad she was passed the fuck out. Not sure how I ended up there but eventually me and Beth were making out on the trampoline. So as the make out session ended up becoming quite intense I began to have the urge to take Beth back to my room. Seemed like a good plan if I didn't already have a woman passed out in my room.
What's a guy to do? So I tried to claim the sofa in the basement not knowing it had already been claimed by another who had passed out in our basement. Did this stop me and girly from hooking up? Nope.
Instead we ended up taking the chair beside the couch. Yup we fucked on the chair. We fucked on the floor. I've never fucked to an audience. nor would I try to. To my knowledge Brian was asleep.
Once we were done we went to the garage for a smoke. I wanted more. We had chemistry it was clear. Could I show my room to her? Not fucking likely. Another was already in my bed.
This is when I realized that my parents had left for the weekend.
So it seemed right to take her somewhere we could have some fun. Without an audience. So this is when I told her the scenario I made it clear why we would be going to my parents.
So before we left my place she knew what was up.
As we left my place she went into the living room to notify her friends that she was going to Griff's house. the whole living room took a second take. one even said um aren't we at Griff's house. Which of course made me laugh cause we were in fact at my place.
So off to Griff's place.. lol
Yes we hooked up again. Twice I believe. Once everything was said and done we went back to my place. No wonder this story is so hard to tell. It confuses me to even write it.
Beth already knew about Ashley. But the look of guilt on her face when she woke up and came down and gave me a kiss good morning was completely guilt ridden. Was it my fault she felt guilty? Nope because she was fully warned.
So finally I end this story by saying. she wanted to spoon which I thought meant forking. And if your gonna tell the true story you might as well throw a knife in the mix.

Knife, fork spoon.
Hopefully someone can make sense of the retardedness I call my life. Just to be clear I'm not proud of my actions but it does have quite and epic sounding story to it.

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