i forgot to mention about the kid charlie and i pretty much saved his life on christmas. what a present for him, and he'll never even know who we were/are. we were hanging out at the darts bar christmas evening, i guess around midnight, when this kid who had been sitting at the bar passes out and starts puking all over himself on the floor. not good. the dudes who run the bar are all standing around talking about how he'll be fine, he just needs to sleep it off. one of the guys is like, no, he needs to go to the hospital. apparently, the kid had drank like half a bottle of whiskey in like a half hour. good choice bro. anyway, the dudes running the bar thought he had been hanging out with these other kids that were sitting at the bar. nope. puke boy was there by himself and no one knew who he was, if he had any friends, where he was staying, or anything else pertinent. the dudes at the bar didn't really know what to do and were trying to wake him up, pouring water over his head and shaking him. dude was having none of it. anna, the girl from germany, who is in medical school, didn't have many answers other than yeah, he probably needs a hospital. so being the man of action that i am, i'm like, i'll go get a tuk tuk. no dice. they are all somewhere else, just when you really fucking need it too. so, i get an idea. i'm not leaving homeboy there puking all over himself on the floor of the bar. i'm also not gonna stay with him all night making sure he doesn't choke on his puke. some old asshole yelled at us to just put him out in the gutter, not gonna do that either. so, i tell charlie, we're taking him to the hospital. charlie, you're gonna drive, i'm on the back holding on to you and we're gonna sandwhich homeboy in the middle. desperate times, desperate measures. crazy idea, but the hospital is only like two blocks away. i throw this idea out to everyone and they kinda are like... okay. we're gunna need help getting puke boy on the bike though. so we get him on the bike, charlie driving, dude in the middle, and me on the back holding onto charlies coat, keeping homeboy up. we take off, puke boy is dribbling spit and drooling all over my arms and maybe charlie; but we make it to the hospital. we get homeboy off the bike and into the hospital, the people there take him. i'm sure they're pretty used to this type of thing at the hospital in vang vieng. i check on him the next morning at 8 AM. no where to be found, so, i'm hoping he was okay, slept it off and just went home the next day with a massive hangover. what a trip on christmas though.
that outta the way, on to some thoughts i've been mulling over the past couple months.
when i left san francisco, i didn't know if i wanted to move back. it was a strange time in my life there, i felt like i had lost myself there, but then i also feel like i found myself there at the end. now i kinda want to move back. it's such a beautiful city, with so many different things to do an be into. my three favorite books stores are there. i rode across the golden gate bridge at least once a week. it's just an amazing city and i want to be in it. i miss it, more than i thought i would.
i still am not sure what i am going to do when i get home. i'm still throwing around going back to school to get a degree in physical therapy. i definitely want to do my 500 hour yoga teaching certification, mostly just for me. if it leads to teaching, then cool, but that's not my main reason for going about it. the physical therapy thing just seems to mean that i will have to sacrifice so much, this is assuming i can find a well paying job with benefits and all that when i get home. i really liked having nights and weekends off. i worked all those times through college and i think it really took away from the first go around with school. hahah, it could have been my mindset as well. but if i'm going to do school, i would like to be able to fully commit myself but also live a decent lifestyle. i guess if there's a will there's a way, right. hopefully, i can make it all work out.
and lastly, i didn't have such a bad life. i know i was pretty miserable at my job and that my career is definitely not one i would have ever chose for myself; but i had it alright. weird, i was thinking about that on the bus last night. i was not in control, i didn't know what to do, and i didn't know how to change it or get out and i let all of that effect the other parts of my life. i was/am a great brother, i tried to be a great son, i was/am a great friend, i tried all the time to be a good and decent person, i had done a lot of self improvement work on myself that had paid off, i had the opportunity to take good vacations, ride my bike, play soccer, play softball, eat right, read, play video games, go to movies, hangout with friends and family, and enjoy life. but i let the part i wasn't happy with smother the parts that were beautiful. and i'm sure i knew this and felt guilt and shame over that. so... weird. guess now some of you will know where i was coming from and why i had to get out. it felt good in the last few months to take control and determine that i would be happy. and so i take this.
i'm going to throw these computers out of the window and make a scene here. i just froze one computer and then this one is telling me google plus is not authenticated. i'm going to lose it. it takes a long time to upload 300 pics and when it's half way through and then the computer freezes it's a little infuriating. just a little though. yall might have to wait until i get to thailand for more pics, i'm not sure i can take it. or these computers...
later.
p.s. i threw an internal fit. opened a facebook account for pics... fuck it... i hate that shit but really need to not be at the internet cafe for hours trying to upload pics. really not into it.
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