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Damnit. I'm so pissed. My little black leather map in which I store all my passes (my bank passes, my OV Jaarkaart … everything) is gone. I can't find it anywhere. I think it might have been ripped from my bag during basketball the day before yesterday … or something.
Yesterday, I went to the same court as where I played the day before: to look if perhaps it was laying somewhere in the grass; to inform people there about what I'm missing; but also to blow off steam. Obviously, I couldn't find the map there either, nor had anyone seen it. I did, however, play some nice 'ball. There were alot of (familiar) people, and we played full-court 5-on-5 while it was still light and hot. When the sun called in quits, so did most of the people, but some of us stayed untill dark and then some.
A guy that I know from high school joined, and the rest left, leaving the two of us, but we didn't really bother with eachoter for some reason. Then Erik from ST4R came to say hi. He couldn't play because of an injury, so we just chatted about the things we do. As is often the case with this sort of chit-chat, the conclussion is that we might become business associates (he could use my knowledge and resources for the ST4R Website, for one).
Around midnight, some other players arrived (Cliffy, Murat, and a friend of his … I suppose), and we played some 2-on2 (where I played a lot better). When we were chilling after the game, one of the guys gave me a huge compliment. He said he has played against a lot of players, and some very good players (and�knowing him�I know this is true), but that nobody can fuck him up
(as in fake him out
) as bad
(as in good
) as I can. Heh, it's an honor, really.
He was also nice enough to drop me off at home with his car. Home; where I got hell. I got into a big argument with my mom to the point where I decided to take a time-out
and head into town. I wandered around some, checked some of the hot-spots
to see if I could spot any familiar faces (which I didn't), and returned home. Home; where I got hell again. Great, I could really us that (not).
In other news: my Mortal Kombat site isn't just down�it's badly messed up, and there's nothing I can do about it right now. Then there's some more crap that's been bothering me today, but I don't even want to talk about it: I seriously need to lose these bad vibes.
I got a compliment, I got a ride home, I got a potential client, and I played some nice 'ball. There. Always look on the bright side … right?
This day, elsewhere.