First off I must appologise to everyone for me being gone lately this last month, Ive had a really heckteck time with bad luck, set backs and reality checks. I dont like complaining about my problems or having people feel sorry for me but I feel I need to explain why Ive been gone from Deviant Art and in a bad mood lately. Theres alot of things that happend that I dont want or have time to shed light on but heres the main 3 things.

First off I just got back from Las Pegasus Unicon where I got to meet my friend in person but im really bumed I couldnt stop and talk a little before I had to catch my bus ride back to Texas which unfortunetly got freakin snowed in in Abaline, there for causing me to be late for work by a few days and almost getting me fired.

Secondly before "Las pegasus" I've been helping my friend John Keith clean out his father inlaw's house so he can hold a grage sale and then get the house sold too, the bad thing was the guy was one hell of a pack rat with old electronics and tools which was a nightmare for everyone who helped.

Thirdly before all of this at the first of february I had a really close call. It was about 3 or 4 in the morning on wednsday when my friends Juan, Andrew, and I were driving around in the middle of nowhere about 70 miles from town so I could show them how to shoot a pistol safely, I was in my usual state of sleeplessness from insomnia driving with all of my attention focused on the road and not paying attention to what andrew was doing in the far passenger seat which was playing with the damn gun taking the safety off and messing with the slide an all that. Then handing it to Juan in the middle seat who promptly pointed it twords me and asked "hey! What caliber is this?", I answered him without noticing he had the gun aimed at my side in the freaking darkcab of my truck, to the best of what I can remember happening was Juan pulled the trigger unintentinaly and nearly put a hole in my right lung XD.

Luckly he only grazed me and put some holes in my truck, but the worst part about it was at the time when we saw the blood coming out of my side we all freaked and thought I was going to bleed to death before we could get back to town. "Now this part is hard for me to talk about but here it is" My friend Juan who thinks he knows everything remembers a tv show where a person burned a wound shut to stop the bleeding, so he digs around in my tool box and gets my blow torch, my knife and well you know he BURNS THE LIVING F-ING HELL OUT OF MY DAMN SIDE  "I must admit it did work to stop the bleeding, but I dont ever want to do that again in my entire life!".

Anyway thats what I've been dealing with lately, and Im glad that its behind me so hopefully this next month will be better and I can catch up on what I missed on my deviantWatch list and comments.