damn cigar smell on my hand

Can you say clutch factor?

Last night I thought I was going to suffocate, was on the rooftop ready to fall and stay down for the count. Then the next thing I know, I am sitting in my garage smoking a cigar with Aeris and my two boys show up to rescue me from fucking up. The last thing I remember is them all laughing and me knocking out at my house.

It's the times like this I need to focus on, not on the damage and pain inflicted on me. In less than 15 minutes I had my family their to take care of me when I wasn't able to be the strong willed bastard I normally am. The funny thing is not one of them let me even think about the issue at hand because in their mind there was nothing to think of. You can't be timid or scared of anything, because you are Joe, and we all know Joe as the fast paced relentless arrogant shithead who takes no prisoners.

What am I sniveling over anyways, it's not like I won't have other girls, or another girl (if I'm lucky and find a good one). Finding that special someone is a pain in the ass. People put so much focus on it and I guess it's hard not to get caught up searching for that special someone. But not enough focus is on what it truly is all about, and that's about teaming up with the right core, and I think I got a good core going on. I've got people there to tell me when I'm starting to "die" and the good Joe we all know and love is starting to disappear, and I've got guys to tell me when I have met a good girl who isn't trying to change Joe.

Best part of last night, didn't need the bottle. I thought about it, but decided a nice cigar and some time outside talking to my car would be better. Boy was I right.

Big shoutouts to Che and Sergio, for showing up in a heartbeat to bring me back to my senses and feet.

-Joe