Easy Life
I wish they had crash courses and classes for losers. Even if it’s not real, at least you can lie to yourself and say that you achieved something. Why does everything have to be real and professional? It makes no sense. There’s a whole mass of people that are stupid or not physically able to do anything, but they still have dreams.
Say you want to be the shit at karate. Drop some cash, throw some punches, kick some kicks, and BAM! After two or something classes some Asian guy gives you a first place trophy and a black belt. So what if other people don’t think it counts. When it comes down to it, do you care more about your opinion or there’s? Hmmm? After that you can walk about with your head held high knowing you can beat up the next retard you see.
Never Shit For Free
Working a minimum wage job is a constant struggle; how little can you do and not get fired? Finding that balance takes experience and street smarts. Learning the jungle law of corporate america can help you h@k DA $y$tEM.
I Went Out on Wednesday Evening and a Gloom Cascaded Los Angeles
Gretchen and I were celebrating. Nothing particularly special, only the feeling of being alive and old enough to stay up past ten on a weeknight even though we both had places to be quite early in the morning. Gretch had gotten her hot little hands on a pair of tickets to see a hot French band in a miniscule secret venue; this was a one off show so these tickets were like rhino horn.
Drunken Art Reviews
“Dude!, WTF!?”
I haven’t talked to my mom in a while, so it’s good to see what she’s been up to. I just hope she isn’t giving all her retirement money to my future-ex-father-in-law in exchange for taking awful pictures of her. I wonder how many Easter watercolor kits it took to cover her royal largeness?
