I feel like my life has become sort of a presidential reversal, a countdown to namelessness with the squeaking, unoiled hinges of my brain chanting "one more year... one more year...".
It's this place that I can't deal with. Some shitlick excuse for a 20-something's amusement park. I will not be stuck here after they finally decide to let me be. Once they finally quit increasing my community service hours for jaywalking tickets. Once they get the fund-grubbing police off the streets who walk into soup kitchens with wanted photos for drug posession. What is there left for them to do to these people who have nothing to the point where they wait outside the doors of a church for two meals as reward? Well, looking at the bright side, at least it legitimizes their GEDs and maintains their pervieved superiority over the unemployed. Regardless, I hate the goddamned swines.
My dad caught me smoking a cigarette for the first time. His first question seemed reasonable "So, how long have you been a smoker?" And mind you, my dad is employed as an uppity up at the American Cancer Society, so this is kind of a big deal for him. I responded with a wak "I'm sorry" and he continued on to his mini-tirade about how if I got a ticket or arrested or in trouble etc. etc. I would be cut off from the family.
Seriously? Associating criminality with cigarette use? It's no wonder he was a cop at one point in his life. Running on some odd statistical malevolence that makes the game a one-sided tug of war based around probable cause. Still, I feel terrible for the whole thing. I don't want to disappoint him despite my personal love of smoke. But I know that I'm not going to quit. Another straw for another horse so that capitol bullshit can ride again. Figures.
New years has never been my holliday. Hell, four out of the past six of them I just plumb forgot that new years was even supposed to happen. The other two found me more or less kicked out of an entire city and walking in sleet after watching six (Holy Christ, did I really watch six of them?) Sonny Cheeba movies. I eventually found my way into a party at the Secret Squirrel along with several others. Nobody really seemed to be enjoying themselves. They were just drunk. That's all.
Happy new year.
It's this place that I can't deal with. Some shitlick excuse for a 20-something's amusement park. I will not be stuck here after they finally decide to let me be. Once they finally quit increasing my community service hours for jaywalking tickets. Once they get the fund-grubbing police off the streets who walk into soup kitchens with wanted photos for drug posession. What is there left for them to do to these people who have nothing to the point where they wait outside the doors of a church for two meals as reward? Well, looking at the bright side, at least it legitimizes their GEDs and maintains their pervieved superiority over the unemployed. Regardless, I hate the goddamned swines.
My dad caught me smoking a cigarette for the first time. His first question seemed reasonable "So, how long have you been a smoker?" And mind you, my dad is employed as an uppity up at the American Cancer Society, so this is kind of a big deal for him. I responded with a wak "I'm sorry" and he continued on to his mini-tirade about how if I got a ticket or arrested or in trouble etc. etc. I would be cut off from the family.
Seriously? Associating criminality with cigarette use? It's no wonder he was a cop at one point in his life. Running on some odd statistical malevolence that makes the game a one-sided tug of war based around probable cause. Still, I feel terrible for the whole thing. I don't want to disappoint him despite my personal love of smoke. But I know that I'm not going to quit. Another straw for another horse so that capitol bullshit can ride again. Figures.
New years has never been my holliday. Hell, four out of the past six of them I just plumb forgot that new years was even supposed to happen. The other two found me more or less kicked out of an entire city and walking in sleet after watching six (Holy Christ, did I really watch six of them?) Sonny Cheeba movies. I eventually found my way into a party at the Secret Squirrel along with several others. Nobody really seemed to be enjoying themselves. They were just drunk. That's all.
Happy new year.