True Til Death's blog: "Thoughts And Words"

Ok, so the actual anniversay is tomorrow December 13 but I'm going to go ahead and post this up today. It was on this day 5 years ago that death metal legend and forefather Charles "Chuck" Schuldiner passed away at the age of 34. You see this isn't just another case of "oh another rockstar died, no big deal" because this is far more different. You see Chuck was diagnosed with what started out to be a brain tumor that later turned cancerous and in which case ultimately caused his death. But in the wake of all that it didn't break his spirit or get him down one bit, he was still writing the follow up to the first Control Denied album (his 2nd band outside of Death) and was also still doing tours as to raise money to be able to afford treatment for his cancer. I remember the day it happened, I was a senior in high school in my Web Design class and remember opening up the web browser and seeing it in the top news of the day, I was shocked and I didn't want to believe it but I knew that his time was soon running out and it literally made me shed a tear for his memory. You see the reason I care so much and so deeply about this is because Chuck is a major inspiration/influence on me for his musical talent and ability and just his strength to carry on battling his cancer. The man was an amazing musician who helped to shape the world of metal into what it is today and there is not enough that I or anyone else in the metal community could ever say about the memory of him but to help is a video put together by his mom Jane along with other members of his family, in it includes one of the last songs he wrote and recorded before his passing called "Voice Of The Soul" which is an instrumental, it kicks in at about the 7 min mark in the video, please watch it, thank you.

Ok, so I'm just flipping through the cnannels and I see a commercial for this upcoming movie that shall soon be in theatres and it appears that it is a Christmas movie and a horror movie at the same time. I didn't catch the name of the movie as it was the end of the commercial but I want to know who in the hell thinks of this kinda shit? like seriously? Do(es) the person or persons who came up with this idea not already know that Christmas time is already like a horror story in itself? I mean it's the one time of the year that you have to deal with people that you would rather not and just sit back and grit your teeth and get through it. I mean everyone has some kinda relative that they think is just a slight bit off color for whatever reason. If that's not enough then you have to worry about one or more of these relative giving you some real crap gift that you have absolutely no use for, and THEN having to bother with taking the stupid shit back and dealing with those extremely long lines and the hassles of disgruntled department store workers. So I want to know what makes this bag of douche think that by cashing in on the whole slasher flick concept in a Christmas story form is going to make them any money whatsoever.

Alright, so I just returned back from my weekend trip to visit some out of town friends. It was good times seeing a lot of them again and getting trashed and doing some of the stupid shit we used to do when we were still in high school. I know I said I would take pics of stuff but we just all kinda forgot about it so I apologize. I did meet some new people like one of my Marine buddie's girlfriend or maybe it was his ex-girlfriend (I don't really know nor do I care) but what I do know is that she was fucking annoying as piss and all I did was just talk bad to her the whole night and she was so annihilated drunk that she never once caught on to what I was saying, then came about 3 rounds of drunken heavy metal karaoke in which case I pushed my voice fucking hard and it hurt a little bit the next day but all is well with it now. I'm sure there is more I could go into detail about but those things are more of a "you had to be there to understand it"

So tonight I go out with my 'rents to go eat dinner and while we're sitting there waiting on our food we get to talking about stuff to get for other members of our family and this is where things start to get a little interesting. You see, my grandma on my dad's side (his mom) is super religious and her and I just don't see eye on a lot of things, for example she thinks it's necessary to force a hug from me each time she sees me while I cringe with the blackest of hatred and grit my teeth because the way I think about it is "if I wanted to fucking hug you then I'd do it on my own." and also she is on like her 7th husband and I don't really like him either because he's the same way and I seriously think that he's a fucking serial killer. I mean the dude wears sweaters like all the time as if he raided Bill Cosby's wardrobe, he has like the perfect comb over, wears glasses, and has a monotone voice. And well... we start talking about what to get him and so my dad calls my grandma to ask her for ideas and she says to get him some underwear and at the same time my dad and I say "oh fuck no... it is NOT acceptable for a man to buy another man underwear at anytime in his life ever for any reason at all, that breaks the rules of the international code of manhood and the only time it's ok to hold another man's hand is help him out of a burning car or something." And at this time there was some gay dudes sitting behind us who had to overhear all this shit and looked over at us all weird and I caught on to what just happened and tried not to die out laughing, then I proceeded to drop gay jokes for the rest of our meal. Good times, good times indeed.

Alright, so I had to run downtown to the bank and get some money out of the ATM and then go to the store, a trip that I estimated would take maybe half an hr at most. Well, that half an hr turned into nearly an hr and a half because.... first off the trafic circle in town that I have to take to get to downtown, this dumbass out of towner didn't know what the hell he was doing and didn't obey the yield sign so I nearly got T-boned, then I smoked liked 3 cigs in a row to calm down because my heart went into my throat because he was seriously like inches away. Then on the way back back home on the interstate there was a serious wreck involving what?.... out of town drivers who didn't know what the hell they were doing in which case backed up traffic for miles in which case took me about an hr to drive like 5 miles. Out of town drivers can go have wrecks and kill themselves in their own town, don't bring that shit to my town, I know where I'm going and how to get there, you just stay the hell back.