Work, work, work.....

I now have two jobs, yep TWO jobs. There is the one at the mega-not as evil as I thought- coffee chain. And now I have one at an ice cream franchise, here is a hint: I am supposed to sing a song if I get a tip, but so far I haven't seen anybody sing. I'm not sure if I am going to stay there long because I have already heard some horror stories about the place, and the turn-over rate is really high. I'll stick with it for a couple of months and see what happens I guess.

Last night as I was walking back to my hovel with a sicks-pack of cheap beer (that typo is intentional BTW) a man approached me and said "Lookin?" (Translation: "Pardon me sir. Would you like to procure some illicit substances?) To which I replied: Nah, man, I'm alright. (Translation: No sir, I do not wish purchase what you have for sale at this time for you see I have never met you before in my life and to undertake such a venture with a complete stranger would be in the least foolhardy.) To which HE replied: "Shiiiit, I don't need yo bitch-ass then, I'm high and you not!!!" (Translation: Very well, I will find someone else to procure my wares, but I must tell you that you are missing out!) Then I said "Great, good for you buddy!" (Translation: I'm happy to see that you enjoy your chosen profession, but please leave me at once before I am forced to challenge you to a duel you Scoundrel!)
What really got to me is that he seemed offended that I didn't want to buy what ever he was selling. What the fuck?

Man, this town is getting better all the time.

Somewhere over the rainbow.

I just heard a song that brought back memories of days long gone. Before 9/11, before I actually gave a shit about anything, back when I was young(er) and pretty damned handsome If I don't mind saying. I was flooded with thoughts of dropping acid and cruising in my ex-girlfriend's car down to Galveston Island to watch the clouds and stars turn into angels and comets, of being able to laugh at just about anything because I was 22 didn't give a shit because I was 22 and I was pretty sure I was going to live forever, Damn, aging sucks ass. I look back on those days fondly but I don't wish to go back. It really is true that youth is wasted on the young.
I nearly broke down in tears but I managed to keep it together. Luckily, I'm in a public place right now and I would hate to have people think I am some sort of nut job. If this reads like I am rambling it's because I have had too much coffee and about 30 minutes of sleep in the past 24 hours, occupational hazard I guess.

My job is treating me well and I really like all of the people I work with, they have all been very welcoming to me. My only complaint is that I don't work enough.

I'm done rambling for now...I could really use a nap