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August 17, 2008

a recent email I thought I’d share

Dear deerskin

It’s been 8 months since i had anything to alter my mind, excluding caffeine which is a drug of my choice. I feel good, but tired, head is clear, maybe too clear.

I rented Red Dawn last night, I had a daydream the defense secretary gave the finger to a KGB agent and Russia sent paratroopers over here to pillow fight.I wanted to drink like a fish when osha entered my life, I stubbed my toe this morning that made me want to drink. I just want the fuckin simple life back. Like the apple farm. Remember when Matt changed the letters on the billboard that said Pick Your Own Apples to Pick Your Own Ass Cheese?
, I haven’t laughed like that in literally years.

I liked to know how your doing but i am too absorbed in my own shit, How is your foot? still hobblin like susie rock soccer? I beat my osha fine, now i am in the process of the freedom of information act

Or how about Frank the ole bastard pulling over while I was walking home in 4 degree 63 mile an hour wind, he pulled over ,,,,and i said to myself, this guy is gonna give me a ride thank fuckin god,,, i reached for the door handle and he locked it and rolled down the window and said ” Hey what are ya doing ? I am not giving you a ride I just wanted to know if you were Chip’s son?” I said yeah,,, and he took off, I never forgot that, I had dreamed about taken that guy out to the dressin shed and let him bleed out like a grey haired goat.

I want the days when we put on helmets and shot eachother with one pump bb guns. i always snuck in about 3 or 6 more pumps, now you have to be careful not to be too friendly to kids, cuz someone will think it’s weird and call the cops,shit i drive a van, I get nervous driving through school zones, sometimes i make myself laugh and say “get in the van kid”, and laugh hard, surely under my breath and not meaning anything but humor, is that sick or hilarious??? If you look at a girl jogging she give s you the hairy eyeball,like how dare you look at me while i jog down the street in public. everyone is on edge cuz there face is gued to the TV getting EXTREME weather reports, amber alerts, wes nile watchout, scary recalls and watching cops beat the shit out of a cuffed perpertrator yelling “stop resisting”!!!!! fuck the world ……….sometimes I want to bury my thoughts with 1800 Tequilla, but then that will get me feeling like shit, But I have this alcohol problem, Someone said “There is no shame in having a problem, but there is shame in knowing you have a problem and not doing anything about it. So do I want to fight to be a better person or give up and be the person i don’t want to be. The fight goes on………….Bottoms up ,,,,burp …….cheers Love ya like a sister brother

Kent Haskins

4 Comments

  1. No one writes letters like this to me anymore. I get emails and texts of about three lines and that’s it. I reply in the same manner – it has no soul. I have some amazingly cool friends but in a letter people will be more personal. Every now and then me old Mum sends a brief email but it’s nothing like the letters that she sent when I was overseas in the Army. Shit there’d be pages of it, I’d read them over and over again – stuck in some fuckin’ stinkin’ hell hole.

    It’s weird, I like this dude and I don’t who the fuck he is, maybe he’s a dick, maybe he’d think I was a dick (he wouldn’t be alone), but I wanna go over to that old guys house and kick the fuckin’ snot outa him for doing that. That’s my way.

    Good luck with the booze, quittin’ it worked for me, I still have a beer or two but that’s it. Weak ? Maybe, but hopefully this latest wife will stick around for a while, seeing as I’m not in the joint or the hospital every other fuckin’ week.

    Hah, it must be way past my bedtime. Maybe I’ll go write someone a letter.

    Comment by Poll — August 17, 2008 @ 10:36 pm

  2. Thanks man, truth is,,, i am a dick, ask any of these guys, but it’s getting hard to remain that way

    Comment by mr, pooperlooper — August 18, 2008 @ 1:26 pm

  3. you’re beautiful, poopies. keep up the fight.

    i miss old “drink and see what happens” times too. there’s still mischief to engage, now we’ll just remember more of the details.

    Comment by donny laundry — August 18, 2008 @ 7:58 pm

  4. you’re not entirely a dick. Just the head of one. Ha!

    Comment by Rolston — August 19, 2008 @ 6:39 am

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