K, so America now is us Vs. them. Dems VS Repubs. You have to be one or the other or you are wishy washy. I guess it has to be that way because you can't just vote for one issue. Support National; health care? Then you have to vote Dem to get it to go, and if you vote dem you are also voting for a bunch of other wacked out stuff, like putting our country into a huge financial hole. Want Repub fiscal conservatism? Well you are also gonna be putting people in office who have so many cronies on Wall street that they don't know where their allegience lies.
All in all the last twenty years the ethos of our elected officials has not been what is best for the country but what is best for the people who gave them the money to get into office. They spend their entire time in office paying back their interests. That is what has gotten us here. No plan for the country just for themselves.
Bitch is other countries have put in plans for a sustainable future. We can't even get along well enough to think about a plan. Another thing the other countries do is take advantage of us. They know exactly how to play us. Use lobbyists to get what they want and sway our government like no one of it's citizens can do. It is a perversly corrupt system and we are all being placated to either not know or not care too much as they shove so much information down our throats we can't possibly take it all in.
I don't know how many people after our Iraq invasion said to me we went in there to get the terrorists, how fucking stupid are we? With no proof of any terrorists in Iraq, Bush and the media then started just feeding us bullshit info to get our minds off of it. Saddam was looking to take over the middle east, Muslims hate us, (which, I am sure, a lot of them do) he was killing Sunnis (which he was, but see Rhodesia) finally WMD's. What a load of shit! 2010 soon and we are still there, we can't get out and we can't stay in, what shit!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Nother day
Well. my friends it has been a while. The comparatively sober live continues. I don't have to go, look or smell very far to figure that I am actually doing pretty good, I guess. I say I guess cuz, though I work and save a bit of money, I still am up at 6 every day and get home at 4 or so. The crank welchers sit home all day, get all there stuff paid for and what they don't they steal or hang out at the Albertson,s bummin money. They get up at the crack of whenever and stay up till whenever. Can't tell if I got it good or not. I think I will and do have more of my mind left then they do. I know this is no ones fault and blame no one. Am really ok. Some shit just pisses me off.
Well I used to own a house, had a wife and a cat. Really liked that cat. I had told her I was wanting out. She was growing away from me and, I think, society in general. I tried and tried. She had a job she hated and she wouldn't quit it. I made enough money to pay for everything and she could have quit and found another job. This being back when there were jobs. We had also bought the house before the insane explosion in housing prices. You know, before the price meant the monthly payment was below what the average person could afford. We made good mons on it when sold. I kinda blew it all though.
I hooked up with a gal with two girls and she was hurting, thought I could help, but she had refinanced herself down the toilet. She ended up selling her house 3 years ago--pre-crash--guy who bought it is still probably a hundred grand under water. So, freaking real up and down thing with her. The sex was awesome and often, though. She loved me hard. So I blew my mons on her and ended up here. Kinda freeing to put this down. Still got to think three years ago was with her in her house, big old house and pretty nice. Two little girls that loved me and her sitting on my face to wake me up more often then not. I feel like I am a smart guy but will never understand why I was never satisfied with my situation. Almost like I have to live in a ditch, some kinda psychological twitch, I guess.
Nother thing I don't understand is pity, especially in this money loving society. Look you got money, here is a trip for ya---no one gives a shit! For the most part people are or try to stay so busy they don't even have time to think about what you do or don't have and they are freakin fine with their lot! Life is pretty good and it comes from the inside. How many upper middle class dickheads I know who are so frustrated because no matter how much they make or spend and, oh shit, they aren't really any happier then some dude on the street. Maybe worshiping the golden cow money God aint where it is at????
Wow I ranted, sure it is because I am so frustrated with everything that is my own fault! No funny I have a calmness, ease with life. Specially when I am drunk! No, kidding again. Maybe I just don't drink enough 3-4 times a month aint much after all. Anyway I am stuck here metal houses that don't cover the noise of the highway. Everyone of them has something broken, a gutter, some plumbing, brought here 20-30 years ago and they are going no where, least not in one piece.
I will stronger.
Well I used to own a house, had a wife and a cat. Really liked that cat. I had told her I was wanting out. She was growing away from me and, I think, society in general. I tried and tried. She had a job she hated and she wouldn't quit it. I made enough money to pay for everything and she could have quit and found another job. This being back when there were jobs. We had also bought the house before the insane explosion in housing prices. You know, before the price meant the monthly payment was below what the average person could afford. We made good mons on it when sold. I kinda blew it all though.
I hooked up with a gal with two girls and she was hurting, thought I could help, but she had refinanced herself down the toilet. She ended up selling her house 3 years ago--pre-crash--guy who bought it is still probably a hundred grand under water. So, freaking real up and down thing with her. The sex was awesome and often, though. She loved me hard. So I blew my mons on her and ended up here. Kinda freeing to put this down. Still got to think three years ago was with her in her house, big old house and pretty nice. Two little girls that loved me and her sitting on my face to wake me up more often then not. I feel like I am a smart guy but will never understand why I was never satisfied with my situation. Almost like I have to live in a ditch, some kinda psychological twitch, I guess.
Nother thing I don't understand is pity, especially in this money loving society. Look you got money, here is a trip for ya---no one gives a shit! For the most part people are or try to stay so busy they don't even have time to think about what you do or don't have and they are freakin fine with their lot! Life is pretty good and it comes from the inside. How many upper middle class dickheads I know who are so frustrated because no matter how much they make or spend and, oh shit, they aren't really any happier then some dude on the street. Maybe worshiping the golden cow money God aint where it is at????
Wow I ranted, sure it is because I am so frustrated with everything that is my own fault! No funny I have a calmness, ease with life. Specially when I am drunk! No, kidding again. Maybe I just don't drink enough 3-4 times a month aint much after all. Anyway I am stuck here metal houses that don't cover the noise of the highway. Everyone of them has something broken, a gutter, some plumbing, brought here 20-30 years ago and they are going no where, least not in one piece.
I will stronger.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
99
99 or Aurora runs north and south through the city I was born and raised in. It is closed down restaurants next to ones just opening. Car lots, motels, tobacco stores. It has been a part of me for as long as I can remember.
I had a friend named John Hunter. He was from Chicago, actually had been kicked out of Chicago, told to go and live with his father after numerous brushes with the law. Not that that would change now, just he wouldn’t be in Chicago. He was longhaired with home done tattoos. I was 15 naïve as lily-white north Seattle could be.
We caught the bus to go down 99 to try and buy a ticket to a Foghat concert. Once you got downtown you had to cross 99 and walk about a half mile to the old Coliseum. We had around fifty bucks and a small bag of pot. We crossed 99 on a warm night in Seattle. It was already dark so it must have been late summer, even September. There were lots of people on the walk up the hill to the concert. Quite a line around the little water park built for the ’62 World’s fair. Soon we were milling about and found a guy selling tickets. He had them in one of those small envelopes. John and I worked up a deal 30 bucks and some pot for two tickets.
It was agreed on, the envelope was handed over and the exchange was done. John went to open the envelope and saw that there was just two pieces of paper in the envelope. He looked up at the would-be scalper and said “what the hell”. Scalper looks right at him and says, “They are in there” and starts to back away. John looks again and says “No they ain’t!” Scalper dude has an umbrella and whacks John over the head! John says “you are going to have to hit me harder then that for 30 bucks". Scalper man just boogies, I mean he is outta here. I am standing there in disbelief and John is right on his ass.
I follow, John is running like I didn’t know he could, around the buildings and paths that surround the Coliseum. I lose sight of him going around a building and when I turn the corner he is scuffling with the scalper. A few people are just standing around watching. John finally is sitting on the ground with his arms around the scalper’s legs. He says “get him now!” to me. But I freeze, so not a fighter. My delay gives the scalper time to wriggle free and take off again. John shoots me a look and takes off after again.
I am right with him this time and we turn another corner and scalper is with a bunch of his friends, winded and says “what up now, dudes?” Needless to say John and I turned around and walked. He gave me amazingly little crap for not jumping the guy, for all his hardness, he knew me. We were friends.
I had a friend named John Hunter. He was from Chicago, actually had been kicked out of Chicago, told to go and live with his father after numerous brushes with the law. Not that that would change now, just he wouldn’t be in Chicago. He was longhaired with home done tattoos. I was 15 naïve as lily-white north Seattle could be.
We caught the bus to go down 99 to try and buy a ticket to a Foghat concert. Once you got downtown you had to cross 99 and walk about a half mile to the old Coliseum. We had around fifty bucks and a small bag of pot. We crossed 99 on a warm night in Seattle. It was already dark so it must have been late summer, even September. There were lots of people on the walk up the hill to the concert. Quite a line around the little water park built for the ’62 World’s fair. Soon we were milling about and found a guy selling tickets. He had them in one of those small envelopes. John and I worked up a deal 30 bucks and some pot for two tickets.
It was agreed on, the envelope was handed over and the exchange was done. John went to open the envelope and saw that there was just two pieces of paper in the envelope. He looked up at the would-be scalper and said “what the hell”. Scalper looks right at him and says, “They are in there” and starts to back away. John looks again and says “No they ain’t!” Scalper dude has an umbrella and whacks John over the head! John says “you are going to have to hit me harder then that for 30 bucks". Scalper man just boogies, I mean he is outta here. I am standing there in disbelief and John is right on his ass.
I follow, John is running like I didn’t know he could, around the buildings and paths that surround the Coliseum. I lose sight of him going around a building and when I turn the corner he is scuffling with the scalper. A few people are just standing around watching. John finally is sitting on the ground with his arms around the scalper’s legs. He says “get him now!” to me. But I freeze, so not a fighter. My delay gives the scalper time to wriggle free and take off again. John shoots me a look and takes off after again.
I am right with him this time and we turn another corner and scalper is with a bunch of his friends, winded and says “what up now, dudes?” Needless to say John and I turned around and walked. He gave me amazingly little crap for not jumping the guy, for all his hardness, he knew me. We were friends.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Hello
I write for me, because in this nothing changin atmosphere, I got to get it on record, even if that record is a tic on the back of some server eventually to be laid to rest in some techno junkyard. And that is probably just. Still there is the physical of now-three beers-twelve feet between toxic walls. Hot for Seattle, unusually hot. 46 spaces, 46 TV's 46 other mobiles. I know a few pretty well as you would expect after two years. I try to keep to myself. You got your old folks with bad breaks and they are fine, actually happy. Then you got your mid aged, at war with themselves. Drink, drugs, whatever. Shit, there are all these problems. Her doin this, him doin that. Everything is out there, nothing in here.
Nice warm breeze, 85 today, hot for here. I am in 23. I got home at 4 from work. Couple others work here, I guess. I am always ready for astonishment when I pull in, have seen some weird stuff. Guns, whores, blood. Today it was Mary. She gets out pretty often from what I have seen, as for two years I take off Saturday and Sunday. Mary is a tweeker. Well, I guess some don't know, so I'll say, she smokes crack. Having to sign to buy psudephedrine or whatever, I got to say, didn't do anything. She tweeks sometimes, like freeks out. Late at night I have heard her, along with others, howling at the moon. Apparently out, planning where to score. Today she was in the road started looking at me in the blinding sun. I just wanted to get in, get home, close the door.
She said all grandiose and all "well there he is, and how was work today?" isn't it nice to have your babe out here waiting for you" "Can I get you soemthing for dinner?" Laughing some laugh that I don't know where the hell comes from. Wearing a tube top, cut offs and sandels. She is actually pretty hot from about fifty feet. Face has taken a hammerin from the crack, though. Real bad teeth.
I get past her with a smile and a nod and pull in, but today is a special day. She needs, pretty bad, I guess as I get out of my car she comes up. I smiled to sincerely. Make a note to sneer, I guess. "How's it going hon?" She says. "Good" I reply. I look her over. Killer bod, hell, Mischa Barton would die to be that slim. Still, with tits that were pert and tight. Crack takes it's toll on the teeth and face. Mary knows I am single and looking and not getting enough. We have hooked up before...twenty bucks keeps her wacked out for two days, so that is pretty cheap, I convinced myself.
Today I am tired, work has sucked, hope she can see this past her need. She comes up close on me. I can smell her breath, see her teeth. "so you needin some, babe?" She presses into me. I am aroused, hard. "you know I can do it for you" she says. I smile and say "Mary you know I think you are hot, I am real tired, maybe come back in a couple of hours". She knows what I am saying and tweeks, I thought she might. "Well you think you are all that!" "You are lucky I even talk to you, fucking loser. Little god damn job is all you got! Otherwise you would be right here with me, fucking me. Son of a bitch"
With that she troumped off, throwing a hand in the are saying some other crap that I didn't care if I heard or not. It is a real hot day and I needed a cold one. Adventure at the park, now sitting here with the tv on, I'll have to crash
Nice warm breeze, 85 today, hot for here. I am in 23. I got home at 4 from work. Couple others work here, I guess. I am always ready for astonishment when I pull in, have seen some weird stuff. Guns, whores, blood. Today it was Mary. She gets out pretty often from what I have seen, as for two years I take off Saturday and Sunday. Mary is a tweeker. Well, I guess some don't know, so I'll say, she smokes crack. Having to sign to buy psudephedrine or whatever, I got to say, didn't do anything. She tweeks sometimes, like freeks out. Late at night I have heard her, along with others, howling at the moon. Apparently out, planning where to score. Today she was in the road started looking at me in the blinding sun. I just wanted to get in, get home, close the door.
She said all grandiose and all "well there he is, and how was work today?" isn't it nice to have your babe out here waiting for you" "Can I get you soemthing for dinner?" Laughing some laugh that I don't know where the hell comes from. Wearing a tube top, cut offs and sandels. She is actually pretty hot from about fifty feet. Face has taken a hammerin from the crack, though. Real bad teeth.
I get past her with a smile and a nod and pull in, but today is a special day. She needs, pretty bad, I guess as I get out of my car she comes up. I smiled to sincerely. Make a note to sneer, I guess. "How's it going hon?" She says. "Good" I reply. I look her over. Killer bod, hell, Mischa Barton would die to be that slim. Still, with tits that were pert and tight. Crack takes it's toll on the teeth and face. Mary knows I am single and looking and not getting enough. We have hooked up before...twenty bucks keeps her wacked out for two days, so that is pretty cheap, I convinced myself.
Today I am tired, work has sucked, hope she can see this past her need. She comes up close on me. I can smell her breath, see her teeth. "so you needin some, babe?" She presses into me. I am aroused, hard. "you know I can do it for you" she says. I smile and say "Mary you know I think you are hot, I am real tired, maybe come back in a couple of hours". She knows what I am saying and tweeks, I thought she might. "Well you think you are all that!" "You are lucky I even talk to you, fucking loser. Little god damn job is all you got! Otherwise you would be right here with me, fucking me. Son of a bitch"
With that she troumped off, throwing a hand in the are saying some other crap that I didn't care if I heard or not. It is a real hot day and I needed a cold one. Adventure at the park, now sitting here with the tv on, I'll have to crash
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