I'm Back. It's Taken a Year or Two, But Whatever, At Least I'm Doing This Damn Thing.

Hello, friends and people looking up actors I've mentioned on Google.
The joke is that a large amount of my page views stem from people looking up Walking Dead actors from that post I did about a movie about my life. Get it? It's funny because I'm pretending my blog being agonizingly unattended isn't sad and there's still a point in me doing this. Get it? HAHAHAHA. Shut up and read.

Anyways, I've been gone a while. The first few months, I justified my procrastination to myself as saying "Well, my life is being insanely uninteresting lately, what could I talk about? But then I moved to Hutchinson again. Remember that place WAAAY back when I very first came back and apologized for being gone for a year or so? Good times. But anyways, as you may know, for the past three years or so, the general goal of my life is to return to Hutchinson, Kansas. My hometown. I've accomplished that a couple of times since I began this little quest, but it always fell apart. I'm currently in a small town called Coffeyville, which is the furthest I've been since I started all of this in St. Joseph, but life fists us all in our own special snowflake kinda way, so I'd like to see your progress on that weight issue or whatever it is you've been sobbing about the past three years.

So, to get down to the moral of our story, I'm back to give you all some updates on the plot of my life. I'm in Coffeyville because of work, because the choice of Hutchinson/stable income came into play, and I decided to choose responsibility over pleasure because I only live once and apparently I choose to spend it doing shit I don't want to do because I'm supposed to. That's a problem I'll have to tackle later down the road. Anyways, I couldn't be more excited to be back, and my little toon guy has been flipping his fuck in anticipation for the plot twists I'm about to slam on all your laps. Let me fetch him, as he's more than eager to return to work.

There we are, so we're back in business. I've been making a few posters to get myself back into the drawing stage of this blog. Let me share my latest one with you, just to flaunt my progress since I've begun doing this whole thing.

My, how lethal doses of Mountain Dew and Hot pockets in a broken down trailer in Wichita can make time fly. So anyways, I've been bouncing around a lot since the beginning. After some bad decisions during my teen years, life decided it was time I cashed in on a proper dicking. I got a bit too drunk at a party, and came stumbling home unable to decipher an ass from my coffee mug and apparently shaking wide eyed with a wadded up pile of suits is a bit of a suspicious way to come home.

For the sake of maintaining the privacy of a family affair, I won't get into all the details... But my combination of being sixteen years old and having more alcohol in me than Babe Ruth's piss turned out to be not my most glimmering fucking moment. Again, I won't get into the dirty details, but flailing and acting a fool seemed to be my game plan of the evening, and my decisions there after were about the intellectual equivalent of flipping the table and smearing my ass on the rug.

After that, I was sent away to live with my other grandparents in St. Joseph, Missouri. It's a lovely city, I'm sure, but it's where I grew up and I have many a negative thing to say about the whole place. The only places there I miss would be my grandparents' house itself, and Cici's pizza, because I can put away some fucking pizza.
 My friends were all mad at me, and I at them. My friend/rival, Mitchell, was working with me on some stuff, but we were fighting and it was causing some issues between us. One of my two best friends, Watson (Who is actually the other admin of this blog) and I were having a tense friendship, due to the fact that he was the one good influence in my life and he didn't want to be around for the path I was taking.
My other best friend, Halen, who I've mentioned back in "What have I been up to? LET ME TELL YOU." was in jail for some issues of his own at the time, and I had no idea when I would hear from him again.
My family was not speaking to me, other than my Grandmother (Entirely due to the fact that the woman just can't stay mad at me, no matter how much she probably should.) and my father (who just felt like I was making some stupid decisions, same as he did at my age. And he's just never been able to tell me to fuck off either. He always feels like he should be a good Dad and help me whenever I need him to. He's a good guy like that.) so, my entire life in Kansas was quickly shutting me out. Especially when I had finally pushed my luck and gotten arrested. That's when I was kicked out, and I dodged being put into foster care by a thread. The paperwork was starting, and my court date came up, and my grandmother in Missouri was contacted and agreed to let me live with her. I hadn't lived with her since I was about 12, and that's when I moved on to Kansas in the first place.

Sorry for the decrease in quality, this was drawn a bit ago in a failed attempt to reboot this blog. But it summarizes how I was dressing and how I felt about life at the time.
Anyways, I think I'm done bitching about the purple nurple that is my recent history. I'll be back ideally next weekend with a continuation of the entire basic outline of what I've excluded you all from. Or I'll start procrastinating again and my promises of weekends will haunt and shame me. We'll just see how it plays out.
Talk to you soon and shit.

-TCK