Welcome back to another abrasive edition of the Fuckers Corner. I am your host - The Fucker.
This week, I feel last Saturday (07-24-10) has to be shared with the few of you that read my “work”. All and all it was a fucking great day and I was happy to share it with my dear friend Matt (our director), and our wives and friends. Thankfully the fuckery of the day was relatively early and Matt’s party was nothing short of a shit ton of fun.

I woke up that mourning and to my surprise I had taken my medicine on Friday and I later forgot that I had. I did however have a few to drink and that is a strict no – no on my medication. So Saturday morning started out a little shaky to begin with. On top of that, it was scorching hell fire hot and we had errands to run.

So Matt, my wife Dee and I had gone to McDonalds and got our grub on. Then we went to the 7th circle of hell known as Wal-mart. So we left and went to merge onto the highway and we were behind another vehicle also trying to merge on. Right out of nowhere and for no apparent reason this dickhead just slams the brakes and here we are barreling behind them at say 50 plus mph.

I’m going to tell you right now, I thought we were done for sure. Matt tried to brake but quickly found out that wasn’t going to cut it. I looked over at him and noticed he had a very determined look about his face and I basically crossed my fingers. None of us made a sound as he dropped done in the ditch and road that mother right back up onto the highway. We damn well nearly hit them and at first I wasn’t sure we hadn’t at least scrapped them a little.

At this point Matt reaches over and pats me on the back with a grin and asked, “are you alright buddy”? My response was, “fuck, I just about had a heart attack.” All was relatively well afterward and we went on to have a bad-ass bash for Matt’s 26th. Happy Birthday, somebody up there loves you. The Ironic thing about all of this is that our latest film hit the web one day prior to this almost fatal experience.

Not to ruin it for those of you who haven’t watched (and I suggest you do, it’s good) but it would have been a similar twist of fate. But even feeling like shit, with a little help from a good friend named Germ and inspiration from Matt I pepped back up and rocked that shit. I won a beer bong challenge and had a really good time. Don’t really know when I am going to use that particular highway again but it might be awhile. All in a day’s play with neonreel I suppose.
In a weird way, almost being a goner made me remember; I must have a purpose and also to be thankful for everyday. You never know when today may be the last day. Well, my glass lined tank beer is almost empty and that means I must be moving on. So come back next week and witness the carnage that is The Fucker.

Till then, go fuck yourselves, I’m out.