Well, I must admit... there is nothing I hate more than someone who thinks that their better than anyone. If you think shit like this. It would do you well to read some of the quotes I'm about to use from a blog belonging to someone whom I used to respect.

This someone used to have an easy going respectful personality. Now he has become a self-righteous cunt bag.

We'll start from the first thing I see on his June 20th post, regarding my pal Dennis's graduation party, which was a great time.

Now for some back story, Dennis left an open invitation in his AIM info for the party and called the people that he definitly wanted there...

"My buddy Dennis was throwing a graduation party today at 4:30. I thought "Eh, why not. He's good people, I got nothin' better to do, I'll drop by." Besides that, he probably wanted me there anyway."

Besides that... he probably wanted me there? Anyone who I would want at my party, I would tell them. I don't think there's that many people on this planet that can just say, people want me at this party... for sure... plus... Dennis hates you...

Next...

"I'd already made plans to spend the night, 'cuz I was having a lot of fun just hanging out. Then the people that... "ruined everything for me" came over. Jim, Bob, and Kevin. I mean, sure, these guys are okay (well, not Kevin. No one likes Kevin), but not to... hang out with. Just not my crowd, y'know? Anyway, they came over, boasted about how they brought over cigars. It was a graduation party, so I could understand cigars as a celebration, but I didn't want to be a part of it. I don't smoke, so I'm not going to smoke."

Okay, first of all, I helped make your precious nick name famous... so you can go and fuck yourself. Props on the "I don't smoke" stuff... it would have been better had you kept to yourself about it at the party. There are more polite ways of declining something rather than insulting the people who are partaking in it. Plus, Jim and Bob are stand up fellows... you're just a fuck up.

"Anyway, eventually we moved out to the backyard when all the adults started filing out. And that's when they broke out the cigars and lit them up. I then formed a sort of "no smoking section." I was just standing there, by myself, sipping my coke, watching everyone partake in the whole smoking scene. Which is something I don't understand. What is so fascinating about putting a flaming stick in your mouth and inhaling? What is that? I never understood it, so I never tried it, and I hate it so much by now, I'll probably never try it, or be able to be around anyone who is trying it."

It's possible to still be a nice person and continue being social rather than secluding yourself from the group (which is something that I'm sure you're used to doing, because you're a fucking piece of shit). As for your "what is that" and your "I never understood it" bull shit. Look at your fucking next sentence... "I never tried it" There you have if, faggot. The way I try to look at everything in this world is that you shouldn't knock something until you've tried it. Unless that something is anal sex... recieving it... that just looks painfull.

Moving on...

"I was in my non-smoking section, and Dennis' mom came by and said "You're Box, right?"
"Yeah."
"Why are you over here?"
"I don't smoke. I don't drink, either."
She shook my hand and said "Good job." That's why I don't smoke or drink. Everyone thinks it's much better to not do either instead of doing both. Yet, some people still do both, and... I don't understand why."

Wow, I bet you're just super proud of yourself at this point. You're the portrait of the perfect person. Don't ever speak again. EVER.

"Tom came over after smoking his cigar, and was having a sip of his beer, and told us "No... this isn't right. I can't hold this." He was drinking too quickly after smoking, so he put down his beer, otherwise, he'd have been out like a light. Which... I didn't even know was a problem that occured when chasing cigars with beer. When you don't do either, you don't know about these things."

It's official, you're retarded. Chasing a cigar... who raised you? Clearly some inbred piece of crap much like your ugly self. I think you need to spend less time trying to sound smart and spend more time focusing on really being smart.

"Couple minutes later, Devin pulls out his pot cigarette and starts smoking. I get uncomfortable, so I ignore it. Then Kevin pulls out his, and starts passing it around. I get uncomfortable, I figure "Fuck it," and I leave. I spent a good 7 hours there, I figured it was time to leave anyway. I was supposed to spend the night, but I realized around the time when Kevin/Bob/Jim showed up with cigars, that I wasn't going to be there a whole lot longer. I had a lot of fun anyway, but it still got regretfully cut short. But I'd imagine if I hadn't left, it would've gotten un-fun for me soon anyway."

First of all, you knew full well that we all smoked weed from time to time. Second of all, we were sitting around a fire... I was playing my guitar, Bob was singing, there were no adults around, what do you fucking expect? "..it would've gotten un-fun for me soon anyway" Awwww.. you're so fucking fragile. A little second hand weed smoke isn't going to fuck you up EVER. You need to stop being so prude about stupid little shit like a little bit of weed being smoked next to you and just roll with it. If someone offers, you say no. That's it, no harm done, more for everyone else, get off your fucking soap box (no pun intended) and shut up.

Conclusive statement? Yes.

"So... I was presented three tests this evening.
I could've easily joined everyone else (about 15 or 20 people, too) in smoking their cigars. Did I? No.
I could've easily joined everyone else in having a couple drinks, getting a little loose. I could've even had that beer that was on my chair. Did I? No.
I could've easily joined everyone else in getting high around the bonfire. Did I? No.
I was presented three tests, and I passed three tests. Peer pressure officially has no effect on me whatsoever."

Hey! Lets get a round of applause for Mr. Dave Starr he did nothing to his body on the evening of June 20th, 2004. [Stadium-style cheering and applause] What a great roll model for America's youth. Oh and of course we can't forget he super power. Peer pressure has no effect on him. Yeah?! If that were so, then his nick name that still sticks to him since his freshman year (Lunchbox) wouldn't be like his alternate name. News flash Dave, it's not too difficult to overcome peer pressure, especially when no one is pressuring you into doing anything. I remember an evening at Tony's house where we asked you if you smoked weed, and you said no, and that was that. Did Devin offer you anything? No. Did I? No. Did Kyle, Dennis, Jim, or Bob? I'm afraid not. You weren't presented with any tests except the ones you presented yourself. Tests which have also been presented to myself and my friends.

From my point of view (as distorted as it is), it is not difficult to say to no to a person your age who is offering you a mind altering substance. There was a time when I thought I'd never ever ever never ever ever do something like that. But then curiosity took over, and I realized that as long as you do it safely and responsibly, and within certain boundries, it's not a horrible thing.

This whole ordeal (err.. blog rather) has reminded me of something my brother Chris told me the first time I drank with him... I was still a little scared to do it, but he said to me, "If you don't take chances, you don't live. If you don't live, you die." As silly and drunk as is sounds (and as silly and drunk as he may have been), I find that those words ring true on many subjects.

All I'm really trying to say are these three things.

1) Don't knock it until you've tried it.
2) Don't be better than people, you'll just disappoint them and yourself.
3) Don't allow yourself to be named Dave Starr or Lunchbox, 'cause then you'll just have to be stuck being a fuck.

Go fuck yourself Dave, you self righteous piece of shit.