karma, so hard.

Damn it seems like it's been a bit but everything at this point is just kind of blurring.

Work, work, work and trying to stack $$.
and I (usually) always get to see my friends there!
raaad.

KARMA:
Yesterday I was serving these three dudes inside the restaurant (Chris, Jon, Tim?), just talking to them mad long and stuff, they seemed like good guys. then they asked of they could go out to the biker function on the patio. local bikers were having a fundraiser for their friend who was paralyzed from the neck-down in a motorcycle accident. they were selling t-shirts and raffle tickets for prizes such as laptops, scratch tickets, etc. I'm just shooting the shit with one of the dudes (Chris) actually ends up winning $250 in the raffle, and then donated it back to the family/charity to get them through all this. They invite me out to have a beer with them, and then ask if i wanna go to (yuck) the roadhouse. We get there to watch the Lakers/Celts and they're buying me some beers and it's nice. Fucking Chris hits for $450 on a scratch ticket and just buys us all a bunch of shots/beer/keno tickets. I don't know, but unless he's just really lucky, i feel like it had something to do with giving the money back to that family.

i feel like i notice this kind of stuff all the time.
i mean, even when shit goes wrong, all you can really do is be the nicest person you can.
i think i get along pretty well with everyone, and these past 2 years i feel like the biggest weight has been lifted off my head. i'm in a much better spot, now, and it's so nice.


I have some of the best friends i could have ever asked for, and i hope they know how much they mean to me.



i'm opening tomorrow, so i'm gonna go to bed now. it's late. goodnight!