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Saturday, July 14, 2018

Well thank you...

Christine, for leaving me a piece of your awesome eclair cake last night. It was a bright spot & made up for a conversation that I had to have with a crackhead later in the evening. You know, one that while you are listening to the individual talk... You are thinking, this is why certain animals eat their young.

Every day, you bang away trying to do the right thing, then you find out someone you thought was in your corner, just might be one you will look to & say Et tu Brute?

Lord... I am so tired...

Of crawling out there on the limb for someone, while they are on the ground cutting down the tree.

Next week, I shall find out who is an advocate & who wants me bent over a desk;~)




Friday, July 13, 2018

Friday the 13th...

Well yesterday I was slammed right up till time to clock my happy ass out & leave crackhead land. So I'm hoping today will be better. (but Fridays are always insane)

The guys presented me with this trophy last night for winning the fantasy basketball league. Every guy in it was Black except me. So I took pleasure that they said I earned it. (I was the oldest participant as well) I use to play in high school. I was the guy who could dribble the shit out of the ball & move it down court.

Of course, if I didn't pass it to a tall dude for the shot, I usually got stuffed in the face while going for a lay up. They also used me quite a lot to go in & foul someone. I won't mention any names, but we would wear those red white & blue wrist bands & underneath them, we had rubber bands wrapped around the wrists.

Concealed in our tube socks were broken off paper clips. As we sat on the bench, we would sneak out a half paper clip, put it in a rubber band & fire off one into some opposing members leg as they worked the ball down court. I liked to cherry them up with one in the ass. Before you get all bent out of shape... the other teams did the same thing. Where do you think we learned it from? That's my story & I'm sticking to it.

I would be sent in & play the game hard. If it was obvious we were going to get smacked down.. They would have me throw a bunch of elbows to the face, until I fouled out & out came the paperclips...


Hey, just cause I'm old... I still got game. And a trophy to prove it. My team's name was.. I must have got lost... Of course all those young Black guys had no idea what it meant. The O.G. has to have some mystery;~)

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Another year older...

Everyone was pretty nice to me yesterday. Except I had one individual who felt the need to point out to me certain individuals who dislike me. Like I wasn't aware....

That's ok.


I don't worry too much about that crap, for a plethora of reasons. I concentrate my efforts on more constructive endeavors. Like making friends with the psychos who will eventually snap & kill those who hate me... Got to be one step ahead of the curve people.

Practice this sentence in front of a mirror daily... But he was such a nice guy....


I had this conversation last night. Him: but you never work any overtime... Me: Well lets see, I work ten days in a row, work weekends & holidays & I'm here tonight & it's my birthday, but people want me to work even more...

Him: Is it really your birthday?
Me: You do know that we are probably both on a list, but you are such a nice guy.

Practice makes perfect.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Well, I made it.

Today I turn 55... Release the doves.

Last night, I returned to more silly calls. Can't believe I found this & no one had reported it. I mean, I know for a fact it smoked the ballast & had to smell horrible.

Some friendly individual inserted a new bulb then walked away from it. Thanks a lot you useless dick... I rewired & fixed it.


Right now, I could care less about the political climate in the Country, or pretty much anything that involves someones whinny ass problems. I'm just glad I made it through another trip around the sun. Shit...in a blink of the eye your life is gone. People come & go in your life. Sometimes, so fast, you wonder if they were even there at all.

Looking back can be nostalgic but sad. It's looking forward that is scary. I just try to live in the now. And right now, I'm having a cold one.


Monday, July 9, 2018

It's not till Wednesday...

But we started celebrating me turning the double nickle Friday. We barbecued, dank lots of cold ones, burned lots of wood & got ate up by mosquitoes. (unless I dip myself in bug spray, they find some where to eat on me)

You know, no matter what kind of crap you get dealt daily... You should so take the attitude that every day should be celebrated for some reason.

Today, I was cutting grass & ran over a hornets nest in the ground & didn't see the little bastards all pissed off. Until one nailed me on the ankle. Talk about almost pissing my shorts... It didn't swell up, but man it has been sore all freaking day. I kept hoping it would rain & cool it down, but I never got any.

I knocked all the grass cutting & trimming out, plus hanging out laundry to dry on the line. Took a shower & stopped by Taco Hell. Got some brew iced up & headed over to see Mom. (Pop is pulling some easy time on a second shift gig) Threw all that crap up when I got there. Must have gotten too much heat.. or my body is telling me it is tired of eating at the border. (mosquitoes ate me up)


No worries. I just made me up a steak & some potato salad to make up for it.

It was good, but after I devoured that, it said, screw you & up it came. I guess I'll just have to settle with a nice cold one instead.

Back to the land of the never ending crackhead tomorrow.;~)

Friday, July 6, 2018

Disparaging.

Expressing the opinion that something is of little worth; derogatory.

That is how some folks express their intent in e-mails. They make disparaging remarks instead of understanding the proper etiquette in composing their concerns. In other words.... I wasn't too pleased with one that I saw yesterday.

No matter, I shall endeavor to continue my merry life without a single care that I have reached the conclusion that a certain individual is an asshole. Quite frankly, I encounter many of them on a daily basis, so adding another one to Joey's list is of no Earth shattering detail.

Actually, their intelligence quotient is in question, because they were not even smart enough to make sure it arrived to my box. The individual sent it to another & didn't carbon copy me, so it never arrived. But the other person was kind enough to share it with me.

The world is full of what I like to call little Hitler trolls. People who want to be someone & think they are someone of importance, but just like everyone else in the cemetery...they are replaceable. We all kind of place more importance to what our position is in this world. But lets face it... We are here, & then we are gone. Allowing someone who is basically of no consequence in your planet walk to upset you.... Well, it is an exercise in futility.

Like, placing a person in a round room & telling them to shit in the corner.


 

Thursday, July 5, 2018

Did you....

Have a nice 4th?

I didn't mind working, it's what real men do. Of course I had some problems I had to solve, but that is what real men do as well.

I did get offered to be fed, as I was under a counter working on a drain that backed up, because the crackheads washed their food down it.... Well, if they gave us a garbage disposal...

I said, please don't go there.. Because using that excuse as opposed to.. I'm too lazy to scrape the food into the garbage & then wash the dishes isn't going to endear you to me. Then it dawned on her to change the subject & invite me to partake in the feast that they had laid out. I politely declined, because I have no idea who touched what, before they made the food.

I then asked her if she heard about the birthday party recently where they had a potluck like they had last night. She said no. I then began informing her of how many people got sick, due to fecal matter being in the salad that many had eaten. The look on her face was priceless.


I did get to go onto the roof & see fireworks for miles around being shot off. Not better than being somewhere else & drinking some cold ones, but the view is something that most people never get to see. Besides, I'm now at home catching up on the cold one issue.

Happy Birthday America!