My peripheral vision is quite good. The depth perception obviously is non-existant. Neither have kept me from having a job while you were collecting unemployment these past few years.

(What's it like to be a burden to the state?)

That's what I suspected...yep, you're pretty much a fucking nerd too.

I can't help it if they have affirmative action programs for the mentally challenged.

It felt good...real good. I figured this god-forsaken place owed me a little something for us moving here. Rho and I went to the beach at least twice during the weeks I collected unemployment (one week in 2002, two this year). Thought about picking you up a souvenir, but then realized that a dumbfuck like you didn't deserve one. Keep it up, and there will be no squeaking dolphin for you on the next trip!

Me neither. Not that I would have stood a chance with any of the celebrities that I have met.

Although, I'm sure that hooking up with Prince would have been "veddy" interesting indeed! :D

I know where you live. I can break down doors. I will have my dolphin. And I will use him to squeak out whatever the fuck it was I was squeaking out last weekend.

no fair picking on a physical malady....besides, there's so much more to work with there. you don't have to go right for the glass eye. ( i'm inferring from context)

that has always been a fear of mine, to lose an eye. how'd it happen dave?

I done got shot in the eye by a high-powered pump action BB/pellet rifle.

The second most frequently asked question, after "How did it happen?", is "Did it hurt?" Yes. It did.

The third most frequently asked question is "Can you still see out of it?" No. I cannot.

It was me. I lost my virginity to September.

As far as picking on me/joking about the eye... I would agree that it's a bit out of line, as far as the "in good nature" 'fighting' that sycamore and I do. Making fun of someone for something they can't change is... well, out of line. I call sycamore "ugly" or "stupid", neither of which he is. I don't joke about his weight either, 'cause it doesn't seem fun to make fun of him for an actual fault. It's definitely disappointing that he's not more creative in finding things to joke about, but I'm not losing any sleep over it either. Nothing anyone on the Cellar says about me actually bothers me. I've heard it all before. No matter what your insult or joke about my eye, someone has done worse. Like I said, it's more a disappointment than anything else.

But she told me I was her first !!!!

Of course, it usually helps if you tell someone that you'd prefer them not to joke about something...especially when they've laughed with you about it before. And of course, had he asked me to refrain, I would have been more than happy to...I would have even removed the posts with references to it.

Talk about disappointing...

OW!


Actually, MY second question would be," who pulled the trigger, and are THEY still metabolizing?" OR "wasn't you, was it?"

Like I said, it's not a huge deal. It's kind of like not winning the lottery.

I didn't care to make a big deal of it, 'cause it wasn't a big deal. You're a cool enough dude that it doesn't make our friendship a negative thing for me. Re-introducing me to Reverend Horton Heat (I hadn't really listened to much by him since I first heard of him when Toadies broke out), feeding me Philly cheesesteaks... there was something else cool about our friendship, wasn't there? Oh yeah, you're ugly.

The person who did it to me was one Robert Buck of 2372 Gillis Rd, Mount Airy, MD 21771. He's still metabolizing because after a BB hits your eye at some 590 feet per second, you're really not thinking about anything else, and after a week in the hospital and months of freaking doctor appointments, I really just felt like getting on with my life. He was talking some shit about it at school, but with an IQ of probably 85 (he was *really* slow), I figured it was just because he was dumb. If I ever lit into him, I figured I probably wouldn't stop until he was dead. I don't need the hassles associated with murder, so I just dropped it.

It happened in '95. It's taken some getting used to, but life is pretty normal. It doesn't affect me very much. It has certainly made some things more challenging, and it's not like I'm glad it happened, but I'd rather have lost the eye than, say, a hand.

That's interesting. I've often wondered about shit like that (usually under the influence) but not having some experience remotely related to reference, I'd never been able to come up with a conclusion. Thanks man.:)

Because with two hands, you can always get some strange whenever you want! :king: