Overheard at houston international airport aka "george bush
international airport"

This is a conversation between a young, fairly attractive white girl,
her sk8er boi brother or boyfriend (I can't tell based on their body
language), and an american soldier travelling home from iraq. It takes
place at the smoker's bench 25 feet from the entrance to the terminal.
(Ahhh city ordinances.)

Girl: can I trade you for a kool?
Soldier: yeah girl, no problem
Girl: thanks..my mom won't buy me menthols
Soldier: ha
Girl: I don't see why they're any worse
Me: that menthols shit will kill you
Soldier: lolz

A few minutes pass, sk8er boi walks up

Sk8er boi: what's up man
Soldier: just trying to get home.
Sk8er: where have you been?
Soldier: iraq, kuwait, germany, new jersey (more I didn't hear)
Girl: wow
Sk8er: iraq? Did you see any action?
Soldier: yeah. Everyone over there sees action
Sk8er: was it bad
Soldier: chuckles.
Me: take it easy.
Soldier: you too man. Have a good one

I just thought the exchange was funny. Maybe you had to be there. Sk8er
boi was complete with shorts, skate shoes, crooked sk8 company hat...and
all the lack of social skills that only a 16 year old boi can have.

So, to all the soldiers travelling home for the holidays from this
bullshit war...hats off to you. God bless you all, be safe, and "eff"
george w. and his evil profiteering sidekick DICK cheney.

From DALLAS compliments of keekLX

A short one

This blog will be fairly short cause I'm on the kick and don't feel like
getting on the computer to do it.

Moving on...some dudes live their entire lives wondering what could have
been...with a relationship...a job...whatever. I've never been that guy,
and I never will be. I'm not gonna say that I am the most motivated dude
ever or the most go getter type or whatever, but I will never wonder how
something would have been simply because I couldn't sack up and try it.

That being said, fuck situations that force you to wonder that. You
know, the kind where you do what you can, and they still don't
materialize. That shit sucks.

This blog was strictly for dudes. Live your life. If something seems
interest, or worth a shot, the way I see it, your only option is to try.
Sometimes you end up fucking yourself in the end. At least you know you
tried. You carpe'd the damn diem.

special thanks to the late great genius of a man that is elliot smith
for the backround music whilst typing this. Oh and the one dashboard
song that happened to play and just be so damn appropriate.

sweet dreams.
From DALLAS compliments of keek3

The Guy That Just Got A DWI

Hello, welcome to the first installment of IACSF, a blog dedicated to real life, and not the bullshit I'm ok, you're ok answers that the slightly more famous, published, chicken soup "books" support.

That being said, this evening's blog is written to a specific group of people...as each blog writting here will be.

I am Chicken Soup For...The Guy That Just Got A DWI.


Here's the deal. "Shit" already happened. As with everthing else in real life (which you're about to get very well acquainted with), you have an option of how to react. Let us not be focused on did you blow or not. That wasn't the crime. The charge here is for hopping behind the wheel with booze (most likely excessive amounts) in your system.

This group envelopes most of the people I know and love, myself included.

So you could be bummed about it. You could sit around and be a little HOO HAY. Or you could just deal with it. You made a mistake. A big one you didn't die, and seemingly (since you're reading this blog, and probably not from a jail computer) no one else did either. Say your prayers of thanksgiving, burn your incense, sacrifice a lamb, or do whatever you do when something good happens that you don't deserve.

Now, move on. Get your "shit" together, and if you were fun before, CONTINUE being fun. If  you weren't fun, you probably aren't reading this, because I tend to not know fun people. Here's your second (or tenth) lease on life. Keep living. Go out and have fun, just don't be stupid. Don't drink and drive again. ESPECIALLY if you haven't even gotten everything taken care of. I don't think the judge in your first trial would really like to hear that you got another DWI before even taking care of the first one.

Get a cab, or sleep in the car. Find somewhere to stay. Figure it out. You're a way cooler/smarter person if you sleep in the car, than if you wake up in jail. Trust me. I have done  both. Waking up in the car because I knew better than to drive beats the hell out of waking up in orange Jelliez and a jumpsuit with no underwear on, and like 22 other idiots in the cell.


There ya go.