What's been going on in Joel's life! (updated pictures!)
Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 4:34 pm
Okay so the past MONTH has sucked a big black hairy donkey dick for me. Starting on September 18th, my g/f (Amanda) and I headed down to her parents house in Hinesville, GA. While we were booking down I16 at 80mph at around 8.30pm, my speedo decided to stop working. Several hours later (about 1.15am I believe) we arrive at Amanda's brother Jason's house. THANK YOU to (I think) neonslg09 (if not, then someone shoot me a pm) for keeping me company until Jason got there (not you Diablo0 lol) We finally get towed back to my house (and garage) on September 20th (when we were supposed to come back home) and it turns out, the intermediate shaft tried to exit the transmission while we were passing exit 111 on I16 in south Georgia.
Needless to say, Our trip SUCKED ASS.
The day after we finally got back home (we live about 6-7 hours north from her parents) my mama was diagnosed with STAGE-4 LUNG CANCER. My mama is a LIFELONG non-smoker and non-drinker. This shit happened out of no-where. The doctor said that her case is in the TOP 10 rarest lung cancer cases out there. She is in her mid-40's and a LIFELONG non-smoker (she grew up watching her daddy smoke and drink) and developed lung cancer from seemingly no-where.
I was drunk as piss the next 2 days. My mama is one of the sweetest, nicest, honest-to-god goodest people that exist. This news tore me a new asshole. I could deal with the car being f-ed up, but my mama? C'mon. You don't screw with someone's parents like that.
So for the next several days, we're doing alright. My mama's a fighter. Like Chuck Liddell, only with a vagina lol. She's lost most of her hair, like most people with cancer. She's taking the chemo and radiation treatments and is progressing very well. All is doing good.
Then on October 10th (last weekend) some motherfucker decided to shoot my dog in the front left leg. I was the one who heard the gunshot and found the dog in the field. It fucked me up pretty good cos I rode in the back of the truck with Dean (the dog) to the animal hospital and carried him inside. The bullet didn't sever the bone completely, but is still stuck in the muscle. The vet doc said he would do better by healing himself than opting for surgery so that's what we're doing right now. I hope that whoever shot my dog gets some karma heading his way soon.
Getting the SRT-4 started has been no easy trip. Turns out, it was the 2 bolts that hold the carrier bearing that backed out and caused my trouble. Two 10-cent bolts. That is depressing. The splines got mushed down a lil bit on the intermediate shaft and we finally got them filed down enough to fit in the ring gear in the transmission. I filled all the fluids and started the little red rocket (the car, you perverts) and took it down the road this morning. The only thing that doesn't work correctly is the speedometer (because the gear has been "apple-cored") It cost me about $40 for a new vehicle speed sensor (hooray for work accounts!) and the car will be working fine.
ALL PRAYERS AND WELL-WISHING FOR MY MAMA IS GREATLY APPRECIATED.
Needless to say, Our trip SUCKED ASS.
The day after we finally got back home (we live about 6-7 hours north from her parents) my mama was diagnosed with STAGE-4 LUNG CANCER. My mama is a LIFELONG non-smoker and non-drinker. This shit happened out of no-where. The doctor said that her case is in the TOP 10 rarest lung cancer cases out there. She is in her mid-40's and a LIFELONG non-smoker (she grew up watching her daddy smoke and drink) and developed lung cancer from seemingly no-where.
I was drunk as piss the next 2 days. My mama is one of the sweetest, nicest, honest-to-god goodest people that exist. This news tore me a new asshole. I could deal with the car being f-ed up, but my mama? C'mon. You don't screw with someone's parents like that.
So for the next several days, we're doing alright. My mama's a fighter. Like Chuck Liddell, only with a vagina lol. She's lost most of her hair, like most people with cancer. She's taking the chemo and radiation treatments and is progressing very well. All is doing good.
Then on October 10th (last weekend) some motherfucker decided to shoot my dog in the front left leg. I was the one who heard the gunshot and found the dog in the field. It fucked me up pretty good cos I rode in the back of the truck with Dean (the dog) to the animal hospital and carried him inside. The bullet didn't sever the bone completely, but is still stuck in the muscle. The vet doc said he would do better by healing himself than opting for surgery so that's what we're doing right now. I hope that whoever shot my dog gets some karma heading his way soon.
Getting the SRT-4 started has been no easy trip. Turns out, it was the 2 bolts that hold the carrier bearing that backed out and caused my trouble. Two 10-cent bolts. That is depressing. The splines got mushed down a lil bit on the intermediate shaft and we finally got them filed down enough to fit in the ring gear in the transmission. I filled all the fluids and started the little red rocket (the car, you perverts) and took it down the road this morning. The only thing that doesn't work correctly is the speedometer (because the gear has been "apple-cored") It cost me about $40 for a new vehicle speed sensor (hooray for work accounts!) and the car will be working fine.
ALL PRAYERS AND WELL-WISHING FOR MY MAMA IS GREATLY APPRECIATED.









