Order of KAI Official Hang Out; Part Deux - It's Enrico Palazzo!

I remember in the 8th grade a buddy accidentally did the same thing (wore the same pants that we had gone on a boy scout official camping trip with). He went straight to the office even before the first bell rang, got suspended for a week. Part of their "zero tolerance policy" like I said columbine made things insane for a long time. When those in power want to push their own agendas they are very good at using the media to focus on cases that either support their cause or distract the public all together from what they are doing. Many people carry concealed in this country, when is the last time you saw some major cases of someone exercising that right and saving somebody's life? Make no mistake I don't support the way many things are I just know you guys are decent and would hate to see some jackass decide he was going to make an example of you to show other parents how on the ball they are.
 
BrentD86 said:
I remember in the 8th grade a buddy accidentally did the same thing (wore the same pants that we had gone on a boys out official camping trip with). He went straight to the office even before the first bell rang, got suspended for a week. Part of their "zero tolerance policy" like I said columbine made things insane for a long time. When those in power want to push their own agendas they are very good at using the media to focus on cases that either support their cause or distract the public all together from what they are doing. Many people carry concealed in this country, when is the last time you saw some major cases of someone exercising that right and saving somebody's life? Make no mistake I don't support the way many things are I just know you guys are decent and would hate to see some jackass decide he was going to make an example of you to show other parents how on the ball they are.
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ya, ive come to relize that the true (imho)reason for the difficulties of this hobby, are a: knives are weapons, if there is intent, and tools if there is no intent, and b: there are many who are un average and have intent (those mentally challenged {i mean this in the lightest sense of social misunderstanding and corrupt morals}) add this together and it makes moderation in this sort of thing the best way... sorry if i sound scattered, i had a good thought process but than i got a little side tracked half way through :o
 
sticktodrum said:
Been playing with this 0600 half the day.... Wow.
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Dude. Mario. I was up until I had to come into work. I felt like a kid who just got one of the coolest new lego sets and hearing my mother tell me "you can't bring that to the store, honey." Talk about a major buzzkillllll
 
VENI VIDI VICI said:
Night folks :yawn:
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Night.

TotalDbag said:
Yep. My life is depressing now that I think of it.
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You'd be hard pressed to find someone who couldn't find something depressing about their life...in my opinion happy people are just people that don't think about the bad parts of their life and try and focuse on the good. I just realized how preachy that sounds...but take it as you will. ~Kirby
 
9blades said:
You'd be hard pressed to find someone who couldn't find something depressing about their life...in my opinion happy people are just people that don't think about the bad parts of their life and try and focuse on the good. I just realized how preachy that sounds...but take it as you will. ~Kirby
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True.

I was just now remembering an old friend of mine. She was one of those friends who you could talk to about anything, she'd listen, and not repeat it to anyone else. A couple years ago I technically had clinical depression (runs in the family apparently) and I remember her being there and helping me through it. (she was the only one at school I talked to about it) After I got kicked out from that school, We kept in touch, we'd talked every now and then (must have been hours long every time we talked. My mom got so pissed for running her phone's minutes down) The worst part is, when I got my phone replaced, I lost her number, and I have no way of getting in touch with her. (My phone number also changed, so she can't call me either) It's eating at me knowing that there's a high possibility I'll never get to speak to her again.
Sorry for being a Debbie downer, I had to get that out there.
Continue with your posting as usual.
 
TotalDbag said:
True.

I was just now remembering an old friend of mine. She was one of those friends who you could talk to about anything, she'd listen, and not repeat it to anyone else. A couple years ago I technically had clinical depression (runs in the family apparently) and I remember her being there and helping me through it. (she was the only one at school I talked to about it) After I got kicked out from that school, We kept in touch, we'd talked every now and then (must have been hours long every time we talked. My mom got so pissed for running her phone's minutes down) The worst part is, when I got my phone replaced, I lost her number, and I have no way of getting in touch with her. (My phone number also changed, so she can't call me either) It's eating at me knowing that there's a high possibility I'll never get to speak to her again.
Sorry for being a Debbie downer, I had to get that out there.
Continue with your posting as usual.
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I've lost contact with a few close friends...probably doesn't eat away at me quite like it does you though. Have you considered calling mutual friends, maybe even the school?
 
9blades said:
Night.



You'd be hard pressed to find someone who couldn't find something depressing about their life...in my opinion happy people are just people that don't think about the bad parts of their life and try and focuse on the good. I just realized how preachy that sounds...but take it as you will. ~Kirby
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It could always be worse. I use that saying all the time. I mean think about it. You could be missing three fingers. Or your thumb. Or your arm. Or be riddled with a disease.
 
Steel130 said:
It could always be worse. I use that saying all the time. I mean think about it. You could be missing three fingers. Or your thumb. Or your arm. Or be riddled with a disease.
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My great uncle is missing a thumb actually...he was bitten by a rattle snake. I would want to be a great uncle really. They always seem to have a fairly exotic wound/scare/ect. A very true saying all the same. Lately when I've been pissed off I've been listening to a song called "pink triangle" by weezer...freaking hilarious!!
 
VENI VIDI VICI said:
gosh, i really need to get into the zt game... *sigh, cant wait till i get my hands on an 0200
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If you haven't already bought it, I'd recommend waiting to get an 0801.


prelude92 said:
Dude. Mario. I was up until I had to come into work. I felt like a kid who just got one of the coolest new lego sets and hearing my mother tell me "you can't bring that to the store, honey." Talk about a major buzzkillllll
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Yeah...I know how you feel. Fortunately, I work in an office that doesn't care about knives or my toys. Got my own office, a cool boss, and I play with knives half the day. :D It's ironic considering I work in midtown Manhattan... I was playing with the 0600 last night until I pretty much went to sleep. My wife was a bit ill at ease because it's the biggest knife I've ever brought to bed. :)


greeenie said:
may sticky, you are one lucky sob. good hard work pays off brother
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Thank you sir.


TotalDbag said:
True.

I was just now remembering an old friend of mine. She was one of those friends who you could talk to about anything, she'd listen, and not repeat it to anyone else. A couple years ago I technically had clinical depression (runs in the family apparently) and I remember her being there and helping me through it. (she was the only one at school I talked to about it) After I got kicked out from that school, We kept in touch, we'd talked every now and then (must have been hours long every time we talked. My mom got so pissed for running her phone's minutes down) The worst part is, when I got my phone replaced, I lost her number, and I have no way of getting in touch with her. (My phone number also changed, so she can't call me either) It's eating at me knowing that there's a high possibility I'll never get to speak to her again.
Sorry for being a Debbie downer, I had to get that out there.
Continue with your posting as usual.
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I've gone through some instances like that. Lost loves, lost friends...it's just life. It gets easier as you get older, and sometimes you get back in touch with people. I lost touch with the first girl I ever fell in love with. She lives in Florida, met her when I lived there. It was rough for a long time, and then thanks to the Internet, we got back in touch. Lost touch again, but then found each other again. It's odd for younger people, but the Internet wasn't always around, and the reality of losing touch with important people was very much different than it is now. Anyway, there's often a way to reconnect with people one way or another, so I wouldn't let it eat you up.

Even if that's not the case, it's not good to dwell on lost friends when the landscape of new ones is such an encouraging thought. For that, I'll offer a small anecdote.

I had a best friend, same friend, for over ten years. We met freshman year of high school and were best friends since. We transferred high schools together, were in band together as drummers, did everything together. Knew everything about one another, and his family was my family since I grew up in a broken home. I wasn't the greatest friend, I usually forgot birthdays by a day or so (more a result of bad memory than anything else), and sometimes was just rude in my expression of my opinion. Apparently it became an unspoken problem for my friend, as two years ago, he essentially disappeared from my life. My wife and I were engaged, planned the wedding, and it was September of that year, 2011. He was my best man. That July, I forgot to call him on his birthday, since I was actually at the Invasion of Normandy paintball game filming the event with Manny. My friend disappeared for a couple of days, and then sent me an email that he didn't care to know me any longer. Blocked the phone numbers of me, my wife, my family, our friends.

Two months before my wedding, he decided to disappear. My wife was torn up, because he was her friend as well, and a friend of her mother. We all go way back. My wife's best friend was the only one who could contact him, and she went to see him to speak with him about it. Funny though, as he had always tried to sleep with this girl (wife's friend, maid of honor) in the past, that was pretty much the extent of his conversation with her. It was pretty disgusting, and that whole thing was just laid to rest. I haven't heard from or even seen him since, which is odd since we love close to one another and used to occupy all the same social areas...

But, I moved on, and the gent who should have been my best man then got the spot. A lapse in my judgment, admittedly. Moreover, Manny and I grew much closer as friends, and he's become the brother I never had. My family loves him, our families get along great, and we're integral parts of one another's lives in terms of friendship and council.

The future has some interesting twists in its plot, and more often than not, some very encouraging going on. Don't let lost opportunities and reminiscences get you down. Looking forward and taking life as it comes is a much better way of keeping your head up. A bit of a lesson to you young people in the audience.
 
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