Macster Uncensored

So this entry is going to be a little more heartfelt than the previous ones. Why? Because it's Thanksgiving time. And although somewhere in my lineage I do have Native American blood I'll still be at home on Thursday with my family, eating turkey and mashed potatoes, watching the Lions lose, and celebrating what turned out to be the beginning of the end for American Indians by stuffing my face and giving thanks to all that I have much like those pesky Pilgrims did way back in the 17th century. Now, I admit back in the day, Thanksgiving didn't really get me that excited. Why? Well, let's count the reasons. First off, it's a holiday where you don't get presents. We have to be thankful but we don't get anything!? Where's the fun in that? It really just seems like a final test as to whether or not we're going to make the naughty or nice list for Christmas. "Demonstrate your gratitude or Santa will leave your shit in the N.P. you spoiled fuck

It's not often when you recognize stepping stones in your life right at the moment they happen. Usually, when epiphanies occur, they dawn on you gradually. Not so for this guy on Halloween. I had a rare occurrence. A moment of pure clarity. A moment I knew I'd never forget. And perhaps, an event that has altered me forever... This Halloween, my roommates and I hosted our 1st, and likely last, Halloween party. Our party was no different than pretty much any other Halloween party out there. We had candy, we had beer, we had fruity vodka cocktails, and we had the standard Halloween party mix blaring on the iTunes (interrupted only a dozen or so times by the likes of Miley Cyrus and Lonely Island). There was Flip Pong, there were keg stands, and there were lots of awesome costumes. In essence, our party was the Halloween party you went to or hosted yourself. Nothing out of the (extra)ordinary. Little did I know that my life would change this Halloween night. A sense of validation a