It’s been over twelve years since Jen and I met. Believe it or not, I have a picture of her from every single year since.
My, oh my, how the times have changed.
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Photos: Dexter’s Condominium
Behold – the real life condominium where Dexter Morgan lived in, in the greatest show in the world, Dexter. I found out where it was located through a fan website, and decided that I had to see it with my own two eyes.
To no surprise, it’s a gated community, with seemingly no real car entrance in front of it. Dexter’s condo, which is towards the right tip of the shown photograph, is actually the back part of this property, and there’s no way to just pass by in a car, since it faces the Biscayne Bay Harbor (Butcher). But I am a determined individual, and as easy as it would have been to hop the low fence they have to keep trespassers out, I simply relegated to sticking my body through some shrubs and palm trees, and taking some paparazzi-style pictures from within the foliage.
Photos: Two baseball trips and a wedding
Headlining this recent batch of photo dumping is the wedding of my big gay brother getting married in a sham of a wedding that to those who know him, will not fool anyone in thinking he is anything other than a magnificent homo. Other dumps are of my recent baseball trips to Lynchburg and Richmond, Virginia, that fewer people will care about, so clicking the image goes directly to the wedding album.
Over eleven years in the making
This serves as a preview picture of the 100 photos I took over the weekend, and a reminder that I am indeed in the brogging business. May was a gauntlet of a month to begin with, and I’m hardly finding much time to catch up with personal brogging shit from a combination of prior engagements, baseball, family shit, and work. But back from the wedding of my big gay brother, I am left with a feeling of happiness for him, and recognition of a good time altogether. Pictures will be soon coming.
But in the mean time, this may be a picture of us all looking all polished, nice, and dapper, but approximately 4,234 days ago, this following picture was taken:
The dream where nobody has any names
Everybody except for me thought he was 100% definitively dead.
Had he fallen backwards down the 62 stories into the street, then maybe I could, but something about the fact that after a few moments of startled stumbling, he actually managed to turn into the fall, and essentially dive off the edge of the building down 62 stories to his supposed demise. It seems to be that I was the only person who took note of such a reaction, and such is the result of me thinking that perhaps, as unlikely as it may be, that he’s really not dead.
It doesn’t really matter right now though, because for now, at least, maybe forever; he’s out of the picture. And with him out of the picture, it means she’s available.
The story of how I got the price of my car to where I got it, in wrestling speak
Obviously, in the process of buying a car, nobody goes to a car dealership, finds the car they want, and immediately agrees to pay approximately what’s written on the sticker of the vehicle. Fuck that. And in the case of my recent car purchase, I most certainly did not pay the listed price that was posted on the vehicle I ultimately ended up with. I paid significantly less was posted; perhaps I could have done better if I had a little bit of time on my side, but I didn’t, but I’m fairly satisfied with the whole process in the short amount of time in which I accomplished it. But suffice to say, it wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t speak with many different parties.
After sniffing around for the car I wanted, I discovered that it was available at Big Boss Man’s dealership. Right then, I decided that the Big Boss Man was ultimately going to be my primary target of where I wanted to purchase, since they had the exact car, with all the features I wanted, right there, ripe for the taking. However, I didn’t want to pay close to the sticker price on it, so in order to play ball, I knew I had to get some other parties into the fracas. So, I inquired with Buff Bagwell, Muhammad Hassan, Stevie Ray, K-Kwik, and Konnan’s dealerships, to see what estimates they would be willing to give me for the same car, regardless of the fact that I knew not one of them had what I was looking for in their current inventories, but it wouldn’t be impossible for any of them to acquire what I was looking for in order to gain my business. And to make things interesting, I decided to reach out to the distanced Ric Flair’s dealership, in order to have an unknown ace in my pocket for negotiation purposes.
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This road to recovery was built in Korea
This is my new car. A Kia Forte 5-Door.
At my absolute wit’s end, I finally decided to cut my losses, and ditch the lemon. I had an elaborate plan with a minimal window of time to accomplish it, and in a perfect world it would have gone completely as planned, but since we don’t live in a perfect world, this would have to do. The bottom line is that I have successfully unloaded the fucking lemon, I don’t drive it anymore, and no longer will it give me stress about how much it mechanically sucks, or what no-longer produced parts need to be replaced.
I’m ecstatic that I have a brand new car, that theoretically, I will not really have to worry about (knock on wood) for a little bit, but I’m actually simply more relieved that I just don’t have the lemon anymore.