PRODUCT PLACEMENT...
...HELLO HARD TIMES...still haven't found a job...to stare at this computer for too long= feeling as dull as parchment paper looks...
...5 interviews this week, three of them were non-sense "do it yourself" like late night TV "make money" ads...the other two that seemed like "real" income: felt like I fumbled a bit and hate being walked out the door in silence...
...and nothing is what I want to do but I tend to do whatever just the same...should be writing with the big dogs by now...should be driving my dream car...a Mini-Coupe...same car that Marc Bolan lost his head in...yet, I am applying away at jobs until my fingers bleed...
...next task is to send my writings to Rolling Stone and a few old contacts of my mine where I did some editing, as I am lacking experience in the paralegal field, because no firm was ever willing to give me the chance because the "law" is brutal like that...only earned that degree in the first place because of my strong feeling toward civil rights, which no one tends to have ...freedom of expression is totally media-fabricated these days, as I am against the rule of telling people what they want to hear...
...and as I am growing crazed and impatient with my present situation, been reading lots of Bukowski, yet feeling lonely like Kerouac up on the mountain-top...and if I haven't gained enough bad experiences in my life to feel like a mad man within the past three years...guess I will walk out the door in silence.
...HELLO HARD TIMES...still haven't found a job...to stare at this computer for too long= feeling as dull as parchment paper looks...
...5 interviews this week, three of them were non-sense "do it yourself" like late night TV "make money" ads...the other two that seemed like "real" income: felt like I fumbled a bit and hate being walked out the door in silence...
...and nothing is what I want to do but I tend to do whatever just the same...should be writing with the big dogs by now...should be driving my dream car...a Mini-Coupe...same car that Marc Bolan lost his head in...yet, I am applying away at jobs until my fingers bleed...
...next task is to send my writings to Rolling Stone and a few old contacts of my mine where I did some editing, as I am lacking experience in the paralegal field, because no firm was ever willing to give me the chance because the "law" is brutal like that...only earned that degree in the first place because of my strong feeling toward civil rights, which no one tends to have ...freedom of expression is totally media-fabricated these days, as I am against the rule of telling people what they want to hear...
...and as I am growing crazed and impatient with my present situation, been reading lots of Bukowski, yet feeling lonely like Kerouac up on the mountain-top...and if I haven't gained enough bad experiences in my life to feel like a mad man within the past three years...guess I will walk out the door in silence.