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Wednesday, February 27th, 2008
4:56 am
So I'm stuck on Zelda and I thought I'd break the monotony with some journal posting.  Scads of things are different in my life now, scads. The biggest of which is that I've joined the Navy, yeah, no shit.  I actually went through with it this time.  My motives are pretty clear, I want to be able to provide for a family(should I choose to ever have one), I want some action and adventure, I want to get the hell out of Asheville, I want to play haphazardly with my own mortality, and I want that fat sign on bonus that the nuclear program affords...to the tune of one hundred thousand dollars, and an additional two hundred thousand if I re-up for an additional 6 years.  the money alone is worth selling my life to uncle sam.

I'm really tired of the world around me and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get out of this dead end town.  I was offered quite a bit of money  to go into the seal program, and I'm seriously considering it, I did however promise some folks that I'd stay away from the dangerous jobs, but you only live once right?

I'm not too interested in living my life for other people anymore, for once, I'd like to be the master of my own destiny, and if that means taking on a really dangerous responsibility, then so be it.  I always did want to be a really highly trained black ops guy, so if this is my chance then, yee haw.
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Friday, October 5th, 2007
5:23 pm
Ring-a-ling

so today I finally got Shannon's engagement ring.  it took a little time for it to travel from point a to b, but i finally got it today, and I am more excited than I could even hope to explain...so just look at it and tell me how good I did.



Current Mood: stressed
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Friday, September 28th, 2007
4:53 pm
...

I think I'm going to vomit....



Current Mood: pukey
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Saturday, September 22nd, 2007
1:59 am
My feets are dirty
My life is 100%, absolutely perfect.

as I said last post, I am engaged. that's right, I wasn't kidding when I said it. I am engaged to be married to Shannon. I never EVER thought that I would settle down this young in lfe...actually that's a lie. I always wanted to settle down relativly early. Especially since I figure I got rid of all my wander lust in the sophomore year of my college life. Shannon asked me though, which is cool. although I had always had this huge elaborate plan for what I wanted to do in reference to asking the love of my life to marry me.
The plan is as follows:
1) Speak to her father- I always planned to speak with her father before I even asked her. You know, not for permission or anything like that, but I feel like it's always a good start to, if not get the father's approval, to at least make the effort to speak with him...cause even if he doesn't like me, he'll remember that I was a stand-up guy in regards to his little girl.
2) Find the perfect ring. Of course it would be different for different girls. I want to do something, not necessarily unique, but not cliche'.
3) the perfect setting/ time- I like the fall, when the super colorful leaves are falling like snow, hopefully a lake or pond somewhere nearby...but god...I just can't put into words how I wanted it to be.

HOWEVER, I don't really even care about whether or not I got to put the plan into action, because I've come to know that the magic isn't in the way it's done, the magic is in that it's done, and i honestly couldn't be more happy.
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Sunday, September 16th, 2007
2:59 pm
Can Life Be Any Better?

I SUBMIT THAT IT CANNOT!!! 

All is right with the world right now.  Josh is back, I go dancing lots, I'm engaged, Josh is back, there's lots of drinking going on, and I really like Indian food!

Last night We all went to Scandals, and like always, it was rox0r.  I should bring a camera next time so i can capture all the hijinx that go on.
Friday night I went Salsa dancing with Shannon and her friend Julie, it was a little awkward because I hadn't ever danced like that, but I think that with a few lessons and a few more visits, I can be pretty ok(or at least not look like an awkward white dude)

ok, so last week I saw the most amazing belt-buckle at an antique store downtown, and I really wanted it, but it was one hundred and fifty dollars( you need to remember that part) and I also saw a 50 year old, un-opened pack of lucky strikes...for thirty dollars, I think I may go buy it...and smoke it...because it would be fucking awesome.

Yesterday afternoon Shannon told me that she got me a gift, and that I couldn't be mad at her....which is never the best thing to preface a statement with, but oh well. I actually didn't think much of it.  So I go to meet Shannie at Drew's(not coffee drew, jill's drew)apartment.  and she gives me the gift....



I was shocked, initially, but then I got the warm fuzzies, because of the sentiment.  This wasn't just a generic gift, it was something that she knew I really loved, and I don't care if it was free or twenty million dollars(cause I care shit for how much a gift costs) I love Shannon more and more every day, and I'm thankful every day that I made the decision I made, for it was the right one.

but doesn't that buckle kick ass???












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Thursday, September 13th, 2007
12:42 am
To the face
I think I'm going to stop working at Domino's.  Why?  because it is kind of like having your testicles mashed....verrrrrrrry slooooooooowly, over a long period of time.  I'm going to apply at burgermeister's first though, I heard the owner is very tattoo friendly, since he is covered, and hangs out at the shop, I figure it's going to be an easy in.

Josh came home last weekend and it was awesome, he brought three of his boys and they are now my boys, for the most part I think that josh has good taste in friends.  They are all coming up again this weekend, and we're all going to Scandals...and by everyone I mean prolly around thirty of us are going to be there.  First we take over Denny's, then the coffee shop, and now Scandals. Josh had a party on saturday and it was crazy....he almost beat up this dude that earned the name, "skinny shirtless kid".  the whole shirtless thing is a story too long to explain. but a good thing is that over the past weekend, Christie and I have made up and now we're cool, as far as I can tell.

I got a cool new tattie the other day too...it's awesome and it has a banner that reads "Corazon De Oro", because I DO have a heart of gold, and coincidentally I also wear my heart on my sleeve.




I feel like I'm in a dream lately.  Shannon and I are doing absolutely amazingly.  It almost feels too good to be true, I really don't want it to stop, and this time I'm not going to get a wild hair and potentially mess everything up.  I don't like feeling like I'm rushing anything, but I really want to make her my wife.  we were talking about if I had to move away, and I asked her if she'd come with me, and she said that she would go where I go.  I know that is a hard thing to think about.  Up rooting yourself and all. But I'd never expect her to give up any of her plans or goals for me, and I'm sure she wouldn't ask that from me.  I just think that my plans have room in them for a partner, because we can do what we're doing now anywhere.  Just some random thoughts, I haven't got anything figured down to the letter yet, but I think the possibility of my leaving Asheville for a while is greater than 60%

anyway, I go to bed now and listen to the adventures of Roland-son of stephen, Eddie-son of wilbur, Susannah-daughter of none, and Jake-son of elmer.
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Friday, September 7th, 2007
1:57 pm
Tattie number 21
I got yet another fucking roxor tattoo last night, and it only took all of five hours from arrival to departure.  When Tony's involved I can't really fault him for taking his time because I know that's when he works his mastery of the ELECTRIC TATTOO MACHINE!!! 
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Wednesday, September 5th, 2007
4:25 pm
Take a shower and shine your shoes
rocking your world, one day at a time.
School is going actually fairly well this semester, I'm surprized.
Prizefighter Inferno's album is absolutely genius
I'm getting another tattoo tomorrow and I can't hardly wait....I needs me the ink...it's been over two months.
I'm very excited with the way things are going this time around, it's like nothing ever happened and no one ever left...but even better, it's so hard to describe, I'm just totally head over heels, and I never want to get up again.
Sometimes I wonder how I could have ever been so stupid as to doubt what was.  And well, we all make mistakes, but if I ever make a mistake like THAT, please....feel free to embarass me infront of my friends...cause, I mean...lol
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Tuesday, September 4th, 2007
12:02 am
this is what you'll see in the last moments of your pitiful lives
I'll stand over your broken body, and you'll all know that I am the KING OF THE SCORPION!!!!!





Buckfest....September....BE THERE!







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Monday, September 3rd, 2007
10:32 am
The Dutchess of York Plays linebacker for the Saints
I love Pandora, I just found so many new bands that I'm going to have to download and listen to.  huzzah huzzah.

Josh comes home soon.  and with him comes the possible end of the world, you know what I mean.  Buckfest will commence with the ceremonial downing of the shots.  We four powerhouses of putting 'em down with drink our signature shot, or whichever liquor that we're most easily recognized with.
Tadd-Vodka
Josh-Sailor Jerry's Rum
Chris-Mezcal Reposado(with scorpion)
Daniel-Scotch(or possibly, Jack Daniel's)

The olympics has the lighting of the torch, and we have a four way drink off.


I hope you fools are ready for the drunken olympics.  Because Team DETHCLOK cannot be beat. 
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Friday, August 31st, 2007
2:05 pm
ok, so i'm a little late
but my foot no longer itches, and all is well with the world.

Here also is my very first "thinly-veiled-almost-anonymous-message-to-someone-who-reads-my-journal"


I know you're reading this, and I know you'll pass on the information.  Because that is what people like yourself do.  If anyone at the coffee shop gives me shit, I hope they know what befalls people who meddle in affairs that are not their own, and also that they will reap what they sow
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Tuesday, August 28th, 2007
2:58 pm
important life updates are all I write now, it seems
News in the life of Chris Muthafuckin Heyes is as follows.

This book I'm reading is the fucking tits, i really enjoy the whole series, and it just keeps getting better.  Roland Deshain is my Idol.

I ate four bread and cheese sandwitches for lunch today...they were deeeee-lish.

I think I'm going to help daniel with writing a book for guys, by guys...more on that later.

and...last but not least...the bottom of my foot itches...and I can't scratch it because I have shoes on...

Well that's the up to date info of interest that pertains to my life...check back tomorrow to see if my foot still itches
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Sunday, June 24th, 2007
1:41 pm
Oh How The Mighty Have Fallen
Uncertianty clouds my brain, as the world turns round me again.  What would you have me do?  I did the dance, I played the role, and yet I still don't know what to do.  There comes a time when one is forced to make a choice, whether they like it or not.  The choice must be made, it cannot be denied.  I beg you, make my choice an easy one.  Show me some sign to illuminate the path down which I must trod.  I pray that in the end all will be well.









I love you, I miss you, I need you now more than ever...come back to me
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Monday, June 18th, 2007
7:05 pm

hokay...so I've decided(at Daniel's goading and snarky comments saying that I can't[who knows he could be right]) to write a play, or at least try to.  It's really slow going, not because I can't think of anything, but because up til now I haven't really had time to sit down and write...aaaaaaand, I'm left-handed writing in a normal, un-lined sketch book, so everything I write kinda
                                                                                                                                                                                          looks        t    
                                                                                                                                                                                                     like  h
                                                                                                                                                                                                                i
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  s...and it takes a long time to write like that by hand.
so here is what I have so far, I'm adding stage directions for the first time here, I'm also unofficially naming the characters here as well...here you go:

BAR ONE

Open up in a fairly deserted bar.  The bartender is keeping himself busy by wiping off pint glasses and fetching the occasional drink.  At the bar there are two twenty-something guys, they are college age (22-26) and look like they are waiting for somebody else.  There is also an old drunk, his name is Daniel and he pretty much sucks...you can just tell by looking at him.  The last of the bar-proper's occupents is a reletivly attractive brunette woman, wearing comfy looking jeans(not too tight but they still show off her figure), a tight fitting band t-shirt, and brown leather boots. This is her first time at this particular bar, and you can tell because she looke quite out of place.
There are four or five tables occupied with anywhere between one and three people each.  at the back table sits a lone man furiously pouring over his type writer(which is bolted to the table).  He is drinking a 7and7, there are about four empty glasses spread across the table where he sits.

CHUCK: That guy is so fucking weird, man. Just look at him. Every night since I was old enough to drink{that's six years...DUDE, I am sooo old}, he's just sat there and poked at his typewriter.

MARK: Yeah, but that's not the most fucked up part. If you pay attention, about every three minutes he'll pull the paper out and either throw it away or put the crumpled ball in a pile.

C: I bet he's crazy.(takes a drink and puffs on a cigarette) I bet he's not even writing anything. (points at M with his cigarette) We should go see what he's writing.

Bartender: (still polishing glasses) I wouldn't test my luck if I were you.

M: Why not (lights a cigarette and takes a puff) Why should I listen to some washed up, ex-football star beer-jockey

(both guys laugh, no one else thinks they're funny)

BT: You ever notice how his typer is bolted to his table?

C: Yeah.

BT: Well, There's a reason it's bolted down like that, numbnuts.

C: What? Does poor little Kafka throw hissy fits? (Chuck looks at mark and expects him to laugh, but mark doesn't notice.)

BT: Yeah, he does. But his kind o' "hissy fits" leave guys like you two in the hospital.

M: No shit?

BT: Hand-o-God

C: (looking more serious and obviously interested now) c'mon man, give with the story.

BT: (turns his back and continues to wash glasses)Ahhh, what could you learn from a washed up old beer-jockey like me?

M: Man, Frank, you know we were just cuttin your balls. Make like some milk, and spill.

Frank: Fucktards. Ok, about 12 years ago, shortly after Mitch there(points at writer) came back to town, some drunk bastard sits at Mitch's table. Now, everyone knew that no one sat there but Mitch-

M: (interrupting)I don't see his fucking name on it.

Frank: (turns suddenly and smacks Mark with his bar towel hard across the face) No but you see his fucking machine bolted to it. You want me to tell the story or what?

M: (rubbing the side of his head) Yeah yeah, go on.

Frank: Fucktards. So ol' dude sit's at Mitch's table. (waits for either of them to say something smart, neither of them do) When Mitch Comes downstaris carrying his typewriter{he used to carry it back and forth in those days}and sees some guy at his table, he flips. Mitch tells the guy to get lost, but he doesn't move; he can't really, cause he's too drunk . So Mitch calmly walks up behind the poor bastard and, BAM!
(Frank slams his hands on the counter making  the two kids jump almost out of their skin)
Mitch knocks him in the head with his goddamn typer. Put Barry in the hospital for weeks.

C: bull shit, he'd be in jail.

Frank: Not if your cousin is the sherriff and your brother is the A.D.A. Said it was just a brawl and Barry lost fair and square.

M: God-

C: -Damn

Frank: So learn to mind your own business otherwise mitch might decide to use the whole table on the both of ya.

C: Man, that's too heavy

M: Yeah, I'm outta here.

(both guys get up and head towards the door)

Frank: (yelling, but friendly) get the fuck outta here, and pay your fucking tabs!  This is a den of sin and vice...not charity.

Both: yeah yeah.

Frank: (to himself) fucktards.

              Mitch walks up to the bar, chuckling and shaking his head.  His hands are in his front pants pockets.

Mitch: Will you ever get tired of telling that crock of horse piss you call a story?

Frank: Hell no! Makes them leave you alone and  it makes me laugh.  face it, Mitch you're a bona-fide bar room hero.

Both: (raising glasses in the air) OI!

Frank: By the way, How's the new Best-seller coming?

Mitch: (Shrugs) I'm stuck

Frank: Well whadda ya got so far?


Mitch: (looking whistful) She was...


Frank: Jesus man, you been back in town nearly 13 years.  5 of them you spent drinking all of the money from your advance away, and the other 7 you been stuck on those two. Fucking. Words.

Mitch: Ahh lemme alone frank, I can't decide between "She was the", or "She was an".  Way too many possiblities abound from both of those variations. and this has to be perfect. Besides, you don't even know what it's like.

Frank: don't know what it's like? I don't know what it's like??? It's been 13 years Mitch, I've heard the story nearly 3 times a week since it happened.  christ man, I feel like I lived it. and I'm sorry Mitch, but as your friend I'm telling you that you need to get your shit together and move on.

Mitch: no, you don't know what it's like to have writer's block for 13 years.

Frank:( almost out of controll with surprise and anger) What?!?! Go back to your table, Cylvia.

Mitch: Cylvia?

Frank: Yeah, Cylvia.  Like Cylvia Plath, Cause you're being a depressing bitch.

Mitch: (walking back to his table, throwing the middle finger) Fuck you.

Frank: (still cleaning glasses) Fuck you harder.






Well kids that's all I got...lemme know if it blows...but don't be too mean about it.  oh by the way, {}  <----those are side dialog

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Wednesday, June 13th, 2007
10:41 pm
confessions of a parlor rat take one
I am a parlor rat.  I spend most of my free time at a tattoo parlor.  Although I have nearly 20 tattoos, actually getting tattoos is the secondary mission I try to accomplish at the parlor.  You never know what's going to happen at a tattoo shop, literally <i>anything</i> can go down.  Here, I'll give you an example.

About a week ago I was in the downstairs portion of the parlor, smoking and chatting Tony and Sheridan up.  suddenly the calm is obliterated by the sound of an explosion.  We all think that there was a car wreck further up the road.  As we crest the top of the stairs we see a big white van sitting halfway into the building. This van plowed through a BRICK WALL up to half the length of the van, FROM PARK! luckily the van went through the insurance part of the building and not the parlor.  What makes it even sweeter is that the van is full of retarded and physically handicapped people.  The news people got there before the police, who, have a station literally 3 buildings down from the parlor.  The camera man asked me to be interviewed for the eleven-o-clock news, and I agreed.  He asked what it sounded like, so I told him what it sounded like. "It sounded like a fucking car drove into a building, what the hell do you think it sounded like?" then he asked me for my name.  I told him. I even spelled it for him, wrote it down and everything.  Twice.  when I turn it to the news I see he's edited my comment, said I was an employee of the parlor(I wish), and spelled my goddamned name wrong!! so much for the credibility of the news media.
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10:40 pm

I applied for a new job today, ironically enough, at the old theatre...I doubt I'll be able to seperate myself from that place for a few years yet.  There are too many of my fondest/worst memories wrapped up in that place.  It's where I had my genital scarring accident.  It's where I learned about the darker side of earning money.  it's where I was legally alowwed to forcibly remove people from the theatre for any reason I want.  I was also there that I re-met the most beautiful amd amazing woman in the world.
Daniel is trying to convince me to write a novel, or a book of short stories.  It's strange because I haven't written anything worth reading in probably 2 or 3 years.  I do have all kinds of ideas floating around in my head, I could easily put out a couoke of stories a week...but i dunno, I'm not really motivated enough to take that kind of time.  If someone wanted to read  sill sci-fi thriller type short stories then I'd do it.

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Thursday, May 31st, 2007
6:52 pm
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Tuesday, April 24th, 2007
8:10 pm
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Friday, April 20th, 2007
4:50 am
oh man I hope everything turns out ok.  I'll sit there the whole time.  I'll only get up to puke or to pace.

I know we don't talk all that often, but if You could see to it that everything turns out ok and keep her safe, I swear to You and everyone else who reads this that I will stop calling You all those names I call You and I'll listen to the dream that You keep sending me and I keep ignoring.

If it were possible I would gladly experience all the pain that is to come instead of her.

please

be ok
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Tuesday, April 17th, 2007
3:56 am
I cried yesterday for the first time in three years.  It was a long time coming, and it was good...very cathartic.  Life updates as of my last post: My new job is the worst job in the history of jobs...but i have to stay there until july...because I'm under contract, gay.  but I do get anywhere between 1400 and 1700 dollars every two weeks, after taxes.
My world has been turned absolutely on it's head over the past two or three days, I've done a lot of accidental self-evaluation, and soul searching.  the main things I've realized about my self are: O trs;;u esmy yp nr s fsf nrvsidr o s;trsfu ;pbr ,u imnptm vjo;f....and....O idrf yp yjoml yjsy snptyopm esd yjr pmlu smdert niy mpe o, mpy dp ditr niy o, hpomh yp ,slr yjr tohjy frvodopm smuesu...and...I love Shannon Marie Lock more than words could ever do justice...and finally...Sometimes it takes a tragedy to make you realize just how awesome the future is going to be
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