Now for a more indepth look at my life over the past few months.

Alright, well, let's start back in May. I'll get right into the action since my life seems to be more of a Greek Tragedy than a slow, drawling Romantic Comedy at the moment. Anywho. Nicky and I drove up to Massachusetts, stopping in New York, with Alex, my mom, Mitch, and Elena. We had a joint bachelor party... Which consisted of me getting uncomfortably close with a female stripper. Fortunately, it was buffered by the presence of blood in my alcohol stream. I've seen the pictures, but I don't believe them. I don't remember anything from that night. I woke up half naked next to a stripper who was also pretty naked. These facts do not sit well with me. But, that's ok. I know for a fact that no one else drank that night. Or got uncomfortably close with a female stripper... or a male one, at that. Except Mitch. He was happy that Elena left the room and he was free for once.

So, the day after that, we drove to this little place where this guy married us. We exchanged rings, kissed, the whole shebang. It wasn't that special. It wasn't profound. It wasn't life-altering. It was just the next step. We still count our anniversary from the very first day and the anniversary of the wedding will just be a day where we will have sex regardless of what happens. Since we're on the subject of anniversaries... it will be two years that Nicky and I have been together on Sunday. Now, back to the story. We got married, we had a first dance, which was cute. Then, we drove back home.

The next week after that, Nicky's brother, Mitch, got married. His bachelor party was great. Probably better than ours,but moreso because I got drunk again and so did Nicky. After their wedding, they went on a honeymoon to Tahiti. Tahitit. Yeah. It was a present from Nicky's father... but, Mitch, being the adorably dumb little guy that he is said that he wouldn't accept it unless Nicky got one too because it's only fair as he was recently married and their father hadn't even said congratulations to Nicky. So, he conceded and we ended up going to Orlando to the Harry Potter Amusement Park. That was rad, but on one day, we almost got kicked out for lewd behavior... which would have been a rad story, to be honest. Life should happen for people to tell about it in humorous anecdotal form.

While we were away, my friends Kelly and Dildo had their twins. I've recently learned that their names are Liam Joseph and Dillon Jaime. They're really cute and the Liam one is named after me because I was promised. Liam is cuter than Dillon. Why? Because Peter is better than Dildo. Yes. I miss them both, I should go home and visit soon. Perhaps the weekend after this one. I miss my mother too... which is strange to me because I never miss her. On the contrary, I'm usually thrilled to be rid of her. I don't know why it's changed now.

In August, Nicky broke my wrist and tore my rotator cuff in my shoulder. We went roller skating and he said he could. Well, he can't. We were going on a straight path when he got out of control... and bumbled into me... knocked me down... snapped my wrist with his knee... and ripped the shit out of my shoulder... =.D I was in a cast for 6 weeks but my shoulder still is not the same. I will haunt Nicky with this every time we raise our voices, if that ever happens. In the last two years, it never happened once out of anger... which is strange and wonderful.

Also in August... my mother announced that she is, in fact, pregnant. This isn't awful... or bad at all, really. I actually think I might care for this child. She's about five months along now, but she's keeping the sex a secret until it's born. I'm trying to think of awesome names for it though that sound good with mine. Her boyfriend, Cristian, also proposed to her... and they're getting married next June, which is pretty swell. She asked me to be her "Man of Honor" and Nicky and a few other guys are going to be her "Bride's Men" while Cristian has a "Best Maid" and "Groom's Maids".

Now, the fun part. Mid August. I guess I was probably drinking a bottle and a half of wine a day, supplemented with whatever else I happened to have lying around. I was sad. I was thinking too fast. I wanted to slow down. So, I did. I've always taken a lot of pills. Well, not always, but since I was maybe 13. I'm clinically addicted to oxycontin. Still am, and will be forever, I guess. There isn't much to say about it, but it basically means that I can't take narcotics for anything, even if the doctor tries to prescribe them. I have to say no. I definitely did not hit rock bottom back in August though. Rock bottom was when I was 15, but that is not a useful contribution to this story, and if anyone cares, ask. I don't think I would just come right off and talk about it otherwise. But, yeah. I agreed with Nicky and Alex that I needed help and they shipped me off to rehab for six long weeks.It wasn't great. It wasn't horrible. I met a friend, Justin. He's pretty rad. I go to therapy three times a week now. Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. All different therapists with different specialties focusing on different aspects of my life.

While I was going to therapy in rehab, I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Hypersexuality (which sounds more awesome than it is), among other things like anxiety and whatnot. They reinforced the fact that I'm chronically clinically depressed and that I have Bipolar Disorder as well. They put me on 7 medications to see which I react to the best and they suggested other shit too, like hypnosis and shocks. I was just like, fuck yourself with your electro-shock therapy. I have a bad enough memory as it is. I did get an iq test though, and my iq is 171. Which is pretty fucking rad... but also, pointless and depressing. ANYWAY. Nicky got us a kitten, his name is Liam... Nicky also furnished the apartment that we leased before school ended. I had to fix a few things and move stuff around, but it's good now.

And this brings us back to the present. The land of Peter and Nicky. I start college in January, since I missed half of the first semester. I made all those arrangements, which was mentally draining... and, uhm yeah. That's about it. I went to the market this morning and bought some fruit... so, rad.

That's it, I guess. If I remember anything else of dire importance, I'll just say it.

But, until then,

-Peter

Back From Rehab.

That was beautiful, wasn't it? Rehab. Woo.

Well, now I'm back and I have a lot to say... Back at the end of May, Nicky and I got married in Massachusetts. that was pretty great, haha. We also went to the Harry Potter Amusement Park for our Honeymoon which was even  better. Then, hm. Nicky and I leased an apartment... and I broke my wrist, but that healed now... and I went to rehab. And now I'm back. My mom is pregnant. I can't think of anything else.


-Peter