kyleomen

Whoring myself to the ever growing masses of consumers who drop their wallets into my greedy hands, has grown too tedious and unrewarding to bear any longer. I bust my ass and never get any recognition because I DONT SELL as much as others can. Another way to put it is I DONT LIE to customers telling them that they need stupid shit that theyll never fucking use. But then I realize the industry that I work in. ITS MY JOB to sell these things and take every last cent I can. I just find it tiresome. We had a meeting this morning. For some reason I love meetings. I love to see everyone at once, talking with whom ever I choose, Shoot the shit as it were. I also get to make fun of my supervisor in front of everyone. Hmmm, ANTICS! I can relate to everyone there on the sole fact that we are in the same line of work. But then I start to see them for who they really are and I can slowly show them who I am. Then, some of my co-workers realize that Im crazy they either accept or push away. DONE!

Soon it will be summer and the lines will be painted by yours truly once again. I cannot express to you the feeling I get when I paint. Not that its artistic in any way but some may disagree. It is the simplest task and yet I receive extreme satisfaction from it. Must be primal. KYLE PAINT LINE, KYLE GOOD MONKEY. KYLE GET MONEY. KYLE BUY BEER, etc..etc

Time for the FC!

DESTRUCTION.