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Bootsy Slickmane


Retired writer and graphic artist.

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  • 296 weeks
    If

    Sometimes, I make the mistake of looking at my stories here and their comment sections, and I get that old itch to make pony stuff again. I had a lot of fun doing it, after all, and I do love to entertain. I still have a lot of trouble getting any creative work done, of course. I haven't even had any real interest in it for quite a while, now. But even beyond that... well...

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    8 comments · 851 views
  • 309 weeks
    A Collab Relic

    A few years back, Samey90 and I started writing a story. A story about a little group of young pony friends hanging out at a lake. We did most of the writing on it, but it kinda fell by the wayside. I drifted away from ponies and retired, and it looked as though the fic might never see the light of day. But now, that story has finally been

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    1 comments · 508 views
  • 325 weeks
    2018

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  • 344 weeks
    A Surprise Shadowbolts Story

    Do you like the Crystal Prep Shadowbolts? Do you like stories with romance in them? Do you like a grittier and more realistic (and cynical) take on Equestria Girls? Then you might want to have a look at the story below the break. I think you'll like what you find.

    And no, it's definitely not the Shadowbolts Adventures series, if that's what you guessed by who's doing this promotion.

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    1 comments · 603 views
  • 355 weeks
    The New Fimfic

    Is it April again already? Because this new site update is a joke.

    Edit: Okay, it's not a complete joke. There's actually a lot of good stuff in this new update. Bugfixes and cool stuff galore. Buuuut there are also some not-so-good changes, and the flood of new code seems to have broken... everything, at one point or another.

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Jun
1st
2017

Good Riddance, May · 2:11am Jun 1st, 2017

Man, this last May has been the worst month in recent memory. From the first week to the last, it has been utter trash. Just one thing after another. And now, as the month closes, I think I'm just drunk enough to pour my problems out here. I don't expect anyone to care, nor do I see any reason for you to. I just feel like saying it to somebody. So if you don't mind hearing this burned-out hasbeen's problems, have a seat. It shouldn't take too long.

If you don't, feel free to skip this blog. I won't judge you.


So, my apartment got a new manager, this month. What's this, the sixth one in three years? Something like that. None of them last long, and none of them have even been able to tackle the problems the previous left behind, let alone manage the apartments in the meantime. So this new one starts trying to catch up by springing three apartment inspections on everyone in the complex, and one was definitely without "reasonable notice" as required by state law. Since my brother has made no attempt to follow the lease, he decides to not risk negotiations with the new manager, and instead bars them access to the apartment entirely, which is definitely against the lease for the inspections that were legal. So for the next two weeks, I was basically just waiting for notice that we're being evicted. I have escape plans, but it'd be a big hassle to move again (I've already moved nine times in my twenty-eight years) and I'd have to abandon my dog (and she's already lost her favorite human).

Yes, the manager has keys to every apartment, but we wedge our door shut with a wooden beam. We've been doing that ever since we discovered how insecure our door locks are, and that the management won't allow us to change them. Our lease states that the management takes no responsibility for our security, and that it's up to us to keep ourselves and our stuff secure however we see fit (without modifying existing structures), so this is well within the lease's rules.

Midway into those two weeks of stressing out, I am informed that my mother has stopped eating, stopped drinking, spends most of her time sleeping, and no longer responds when spoken to. She was already in hospice care, and I knew this was coming for three years, really, but that didn't make it an easier pill to swallow when it finally came. It was around this time that I was struck with the worst insomnia I've ever had. Three days with only six hours of sleep. I knew I needed sleep, but I didn't feel tired anymore. I'd lie in bed for hours, but sleep didn't come. I was only able to finally sleep after drinking a decent amount of whiskey to knock myself out.

She died on the 22nd, alone in a nursing home. I wasn't able to be there. The exact cause of death is unknown, at this time, but she already had brain damage, diabetes, and breast cancer, not to mention decaying health even before the stroke that took away half her body. In the end, it doesn't matter what killed her, not really. She'll be cremated in a few days, after I walk down to the funeral home and sign a few more papers. I don't think it's even fully hit me yet. I don't think I want to let it. Maybe when I have her ashes in my hands, then the numbness will subside, but for now...

And lastly, in the wake of that ensuing ordeal, my aforementioned dog's hind legs suddenly stopped working a few days ago. She's a dachshund, so spinal problems are basically a given. I wasn't ready to see her dragging herself across the carpet, though, tail still wagging as she tried to follow me in the hopes of snagging some of my food. That was quite a startling sight. There's no way I could afford to take her to a vet, not when the only clinic around has a $100 cover charge just to walk in the front door. I just try to keep her from moving too much, and keep her supplied with some painkillers. I don't know what she has, but she does seem to be getting better. She can already walk again, now, albeit not well. Hopefully, I made that tiny wheelchair out of scrap for nothing. Just about the only bright spot as the month comes to a close.

So now I sit here, ending this awful month with a nice mix of whiskey and Tang. Here's to hoping that June is better than May has been. Thanks for listening (or reading, rather), and I hope your May has been better than mine. Honestly.

P.S.: I haven't been evicted, nor do I currently expect to be. It seems that the new manager is just as incompetent as the rest. Not that I'm complaining.

Comments ( 5 )

I'm so sorry you've had to go through all this. May your June be a perfectly pleasant affair with nothing happening.

Oh man, I'm really sorry to hear about your mom. :fluttercry:

Aww, that really sucks. I'm super sorry to hear that! :applecry::facehoof::ajsleepy::fluttercry::rainbowderp::raritycry::unsuresweetie:

Really don't know what to say. I underestimated what you were going through, and it turns out it's worst than anything I have yet to experience. I'm not going to wish you happiness since that might bore you, so instead I'll offer you advice: when you've the time, look up Jordan B. Peterson. He's a clinical psychologist (who has been through a lot) whose speeches and lectures have changed my outlook on life for the better. I recommend starting here.

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