I hate my life. Living in Las Vegas, Part I
So back in 1989 I'm working at a 7-11 in the worst part of Vegas. The drug dealers, the prostitutes, the gang members (the Crips, the Bloods and the 25th Street Gang) all live in the neighborhood. Its "section 8" (low-income) housing. One night (I worked the graveyard shift 7 nights a week), this one crazy older dude comes in like he always does half-asleep and looking for hand-outs. I'd gotten to know him over the last few months, weird but nice. So he starts going on about how little money he has and that he needs to find a job. I was making a big $5.60 per hour mind you, getting an extra 25 cents per hour for working the dangerous night shift. So I tells him; Dude, go get a job at Micky D's or something. This guy had been in prison and had the tatooed number on his arm to prove it. He says "E, I can't go to work for less than $15 per hour. If I do, I'd lose my apartment." He goes on to tell me that since he's an ex-con he can't work just anywhere, and because he lives in the S-8 housing, he pays a whopping $8.00 per month rent. He gets a welfare check for about $600 including food stamps that he'd "lose" if he went to work for minimum wage and his rent would end up costing something like $1200.00 per month, so he'd have to move.
Stuff like this just makes me want to go on a rampage. Here I am working my nuts off trying to squeek by and my taxes are going to this guy to keep him unemployed and living it up doing nothing all day. The "system" is to blame, but I wanna take it out on guys like this that will feed off me and mine.
But then my morals kick in... damn them.. and I do nothing.
I hate my life.
So back in 1989 I'm working at a 7-11 in the worst part of Vegas. The drug dealers, the prostitutes, the gang members (the Crips, the Bloods and the 25th Street Gang) all live in the neighborhood. Its "section 8" (low-income) housing. One night (I worked the graveyard shift 7 nights a week), this one crazy older dude comes in like he always does half-asleep and looking for hand-outs. I'd gotten to know him over the last few months, weird but nice. So he starts going on about how little money he has and that he needs to find a job. I was making a big $5.60 per hour mind you, getting an extra 25 cents per hour for working the dangerous night shift. So I tells him; Dude, go get a job at Micky D's or something. This guy had been in prison and had the tatooed number on his arm to prove it. He says "E, I can't go to work for less than $15 per hour. If I do, I'd lose my apartment." He goes on to tell me that since he's an ex-con he can't work just anywhere, and because he lives in the S-8 housing, he pays a whopping $8.00 per month rent. He gets a welfare check for about $600 including food stamps that he'd "lose" if he went to work for minimum wage and his rent would end up costing something like $1200.00 per month, so he'd have to move.
Stuff like this just makes me want to go on a rampage. Here I am working my nuts off trying to squeek by and my taxes are going to this guy to keep him unemployed and living it up doing nothing all day. The "system" is to blame, but I wanna take it out on guys like this that will feed off me and mine.
But then my morals kick in... damn them.. and I do nothing.
I hate my life.
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thejuanupsman:
hmm have to think about that. By the way loved the emoticon post in Benni's journal. Wish I had thought of it.
thejuanupsman:
hey hope you had fun, I tried to make it for tha later show, but couldn't get away in time. I believe I read up to book 7 or 8 in the blade series. Then they became to hard to find.