I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue

Johnny Cash is crazy! Everytime we get in Isaacs' car we have to listen to it. 'I Walk the Line', 'Ring of Fire' (Isaacs: "It's so simple, and he really explains the lyrics more than sings them yet it's the best ever")they're great, but 'A Boy Named Sue' is just hilarious. I mean who plays a live concert in a federal prison?? And how it's like an explosion of yelling and laughing at the end, I think it's funny. Wow it's been like a 3-day Justin Birthday festival this Fri-Sun I've been way lucky. Friday Melissa took me out to see 'Phantom of the Opera' in Detroit (hahaa this time we found our Detroit locale). I thought it was just great; the Masonic Temple looked really great so I took a photo, I was with a great friend and the show was great. Raul owned also. Then Sat. night we got the O.G's of wallyball together for a super bowl/probably send off of the sport that has had it's share of amazing times, then made it back to Rajala's for drinks. Yea you read right, I drank with the gang, the thought of mine being that I will warm up for the Spring Break starting this Wed. where I decided I will be drinking (heavily) to drown certain emotions and bury them in sunny Ft. Lauderdale. Responsible, eh? Drinking my problems away. I always stuck to not drinking not just for that reason of "escaping tough parts of life" (don't fear, this doesn't open the door to drugs for the same reason), but also because it was a promise I made with someone long ago. And I don't like how some people need it to do things that they should be able to without it ("liquid courage") and that some people drink and go off and drive on the wrong side of the I-75 freeway and run people off the road and how many other stupid things some people do to ruin things because "Hey, I was drunk". But I drank, I gave up on all the arguments I had against it, it was interesting...it's like I could feel the earth rotating or something, it was funny/odd, and everything is hilarious and hard at the same time because it totally blanks my memory so I cannot remember anything except these random thoughts and I'm at least 3 x as obnoxious and strange let's not forget. But it was nice, we went to the Diggity in the morning for eats and went out with the Dad and G-pa to the 'Autorama' at Cobo Hall and basically watched everybody gawk over cars and women (stereotypical male behavior I hear), we saw a truck that my Dad actually painted, but I don't know if I was really hungover or still a bit tipsy but I couldn't keep a thought in my head and I kept having these psychological questions running through my head like 'Why is it that all the guys there go crazy for the barely dressed women?' Like what is it, what has made those things "attractive/beautiful" to like 99% of the fellas I know? Call me a liar or whatever but I just don't see it, because the few women that I've been so lucky to know whom I think are completely beautiful are completely different than those girls, not just by "looks" but almost everything (grace, humor, emotions, kindness, sexiness......etc etc etc) And it's like it's getting worse by the minute, all the magazines and shows and "beauty pageants" setting the "rules" of beauty, I lose sleep over these things. Ya also Sat. night, Missy (Rajala's sister's friend that lives at the house), who is really nice to me and who I think is a nice person with maybe some bad things surrounding her, yelled out "I love you Bentley!" out of the car window as she pulled away last night. And I didn't think of it at all until I had "had a few" and suddenly it was all over my head, I don't know if it was some sort of unknown desperation lost in my mind coming up for air, or the drink or just somebody saying that to me and it actually sounding halfway serious. I went up there to ask her about it at some godawful late hour later that night, drunk as an idiot, but she was sound asleep with a fella next to her so I went back downstairs. It's like the alcohol was playing tricks on me, begging me to just quit and stop caring and believing in Love which is dumb because I will never "give up" on Love no matter how tough the road gets, to be able to do everything for and to sacrifice for a single woman....pretty bad when I'm less coherent sober than drunk....hahaa and then there is Baun singing along to 'Ring of Fire' in the other room. I need a vacation.