"Always in shit, only the depth varies."
Seriously. CAN THIS MONTH GET ANY FUCKING WORSE?!
First off, we got new neighbors. They deal drugs. If it weren't for the fact we rely on them for a meager amount of electricity and I borrow their washer and dryer to wash my work clothes, I would've called the cops on them. Or kill them. Whichever is more satisfying. They're stealing gas THAT I PAY FOR, FROM MY VAN. AND THEY'RE CONSTANTLY TRYING TO LET MY DOGS LOOSE, AND LIE STRAIGHT TO MY FACE AND SAY THEY RUN AWAY. BULL SHIT. Duke knows better. He physically cannot push a fence IN. Someone on the OUTSIDE of the pen had to have done it. Every time he has gotten out in the past, I found him sitting patiently by the front door. He knows where his kibble comes from. They say the fucking dogs stink up the place. BULL SHIT. It has been raining for a week straight. It's called swampgas. The ground is supersaturated and the water becomes stagnant before it can evaporate. REMEMBER FUCKING SCIENCE CLASS, YOU STUPID FUCKING POTHEADS.
Then there's the fact their stupid kids TAGGED MY FUCKING HOUSE. WITH MY 6 DOLLARS A CAN HIGH TEMPERATURE RATED FORD BLUE ENGINE PAINT. I had to lock EVERYTHING I OWN UP!!! SERIOUSLY, THERE WAS A 94 CENT CAN OF ALUMINUM PAINT, AND YOU HAD TO USE THE STUFF I NEED TO PAINT MY ENGINE IN MY CAR?!
And they wrote "Fuck You". Real nice. Real mature, you fucking wetbacks(forgive my racism, I am really fucking pissed.)
Those fucking pothead kids keep going into the garage downstairs and smoke pot. SMOKE RISES, YOU DIPSHITS. IF I GO TO WORK SMELLING LIKE WEED, I GET TERMINATED, AND THEN I'LL TERMINATE YOUR ASSES. They know I have a gun. They just don't know I'm psycho enough to use it. They've taken over the yard, littered it with their weight sets and horse shit like that. They've stolen our chairs which we use to sit outside during the summer.
The goddamn garage door shakes the entire building when it goes up. It wakes my ass up during the day. I HAVE TO SLEEP DURING THE DAY, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES. I WORK AT NIGHT. YOU KNOW, THAT *LEGAL* THING YOU HAVE TO DO TO MAKE MONEY?!
They have the fucking balls to grow fucking pot plants outside where god and everybody can see it. YES I KNOW WHAT THOSE ARE, I WAS A STUPID TEEN ONCE, TOO, YOU KNOW!! I swear to fucking god.
Next on my list: MY FUCKING BROTHER.
He knows we live in a slum. He knows we want out. We came within FUCKING INCHES of splitting a VERY nice 3-bedroom renthouse with him and his wife. With their combined incomes and mine and my dad's, we would've been able to pull it off. We could've had a very nice place. I could've gotten a step out of the shit known as my life.
BUT NO...
He has to fucking crawfish out of the deal, and leave Jen AND his infant daughter. Or so he says. He kept dodging the heart of the matter. We tried to go in with just Jen on this, but she's too shook up about the whole Chad leaving her horseshit to even talk to us right now.
YET CHAD CAN GO AND TAKE JEN TO THE FUCKING BEACH FOR THE FUCKING WEEKEND.
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO BLOOD BEING THICKER THAN WATER?!
Every time God closes a door, he slams the window on your fingers, it seems.
Speaking of fingers, when I was fixing the dog's pen from when "They Broke Out", I smashed my fingers between a 7-foot tall T-post and a four-pound Engineering Hammer(shorty sledgehammer). Now I have two bruised fingernails.
OUT. FUCKING. STANDING.
My dad's former employer, the Metropolitan Transit Authority of Harris County(BAN THEIR ASSES, BOYCOTT THEIR SERVICES!!!) suspended the payment of his Supplemental Income Benefits.
Why?
Because he didn't look for a job, according to them.
HORSESHIT AND YOU KNOW IT, METRO!!!
THEIR OWN DOCTORS said he could only work NO MORE than TWO HOURS A FUCKING DAY.
Tell me, is there ANY job ANYWHERE that can fit into that category? Hmm?
NO.
The state's Employment Service lady started laughing when she saw that document.
So, here begins battle number 10 with Metro. A battle they will lose. We will get paid back in full. But, HOW ARE WE GOING TO SURVIVE UNTIL THEN?! I only make $235 A WEEK after taxes.
The lights are still off, and it's rolling into summer. BLISTERING HEAT. WITH NO SOURCE OF RELIEF. YAY.
Now, the reason why I'm snapping. The heart of this shitstained hedgemaze.
WE GOT PULLED OVER TONIGHT WHEN WE WENT TO MY WORK TO BUY A BOXFAN TO HELP ALLEVIATE THE SUMMER HEAT.
FUCKING ROOKIE COP. NOT TWO MONTHS AGO, MY DAD GOT PULLED OVER BY A TEXAS STATE FUCKING TROOPER, AND GOT JUST A WARNING FOR THE EXPIRED TAGS.
WE JUST GOT A TICKET. FOR A CLASS B MISDEMEANOR. WE ALMOST WENT TO FUCKING JAIL. BECAUSE THE PLATES EXPIRED IN 2007, AND THE REGISTRATION EXPIRED IN 2008.
First of all, WHAT THE SHIT?! GODDAMNIT, WE WERE ASSURED THAT EVERYTHING WAS LEGIT ON THE VAN, AND NOW WE GET SLAPPED WITH A TICKET FOR A FRAUDULENT REGISTRATION STICKER?! I AM SO FUCKING TEMPTED TO WALK DOWN TO THE GUY WE BOUGHT THE VAN FROM, POUND ON HIS DOOR UNTIL HE WAKES HIS ASS UP, AND PUNCH HIM IN THE FUCKING FACE WHEN HE ANSWERS THE DOOR.
HOW THE FUCK AM I GOING TO GET TO WORK, NOW?! THEY TOOK THE FUCKING REGISTRATION STICKER!!! If I get fired behind this, can I sue the City and/or State? Because without this job, I will literally starve to death. No income, no food. Simple as that. I can't go to a church or organization for assistance, as I'm not a minority.
REVERSE RACISM STRIKES AGAIN. OH, I CAN'T BE IN DIRE NEED OF ASSISTANCE, I'M WHITE. GIVE THE BAG OF GROCERIES TO THAT BLACK WOMAN WHO HAS THE APPLE IPHONE AND ALL THE FUCKING BLING AND THE NICE CAR, NOT THE FILTHY WHITE GUY WHO WALKED THROUGH THE BLISTERING TEXAS HEAT TO GET THERE!!!
And the fucking cigarettes. My only source of stress relief, now that work dominates the time I would normally be online venting off steam.
SIX DOLLARS A FUCKING PACK?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME?! GET OFF YOUR ASS, OBAMA, AND FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO TAX. IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU HAVE TO FIND A WAY TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR ECONOMIC STIMULUS PACKAGE, WHICH I WON'T EVEN GET TO SEE, BECAUSE I HAVEN'T PAID TAXES EVER IN MY LIFE, BECAUSE I'VE NEVER HAD A JOB UNTIL NOW.
Seriously. And my birthday is this month. HOW IS IT GOING TO GET ANY WORSE BETWEEN NOW AND THE 25TH, GOD, HUH?!
Seriously. CAN THIS MONTH GET ANY FUCKING WORSE?!
First off, we got new neighbors. They deal drugs. If it weren't for the fact we rely on them for a meager amount of electricity and I borrow their washer and dryer to wash my work clothes, I would've called the cops on them. Or kill them. Whichever is more satisfying. They're stealing gas THAT I PAY FOR, FROM MY VAN. AND THEY'RE CONSTANTLY TRYING TO LET MY DOGS LOOSE, AND LIE STRAIGHT TO MY FACE AND SAY THEY RUN AWAY. BULL SHIT. Duke knows better. He physically cannot push a fence IN. Someone on the OUTSIDE of the pen had to have done it. Every time he has gotten out in the past, I found him sitting patiently by the front door. He knows where his kibble comes from. They say the fucking dogs stink up the place. BULL SHIT. It has been raining for a week straight. It's called swampgas. The ground is supersaturated and the water becomes stagnant before it can evaporate. REMEMBER FUCKING SCIENCE CLASS, YOU STUPID FUCKING POTHEADS.
Then there's the fact their stupid kids TAGGED MY FUCKING HOUSE. WITH MY 6 DOLLARS A CAN HIGH TEMPERATURE RATED FORD BLUE ENGINE PAINT. I had to lock EVERYTHING I OWN UP!!! SERIOUSLY, THERE WAS A 94 CENT CAN OF ALUMINUM PAINT, AND YOU HAD TO USE THE STUFF I NEED TO PAINT MY ENGINE IN MY CAR?!
And they wrote "Fuck You". Real nice. Real mature, you fucking wetbacks(forgive my racism, I am really fucking pissed.)
Those fucking pothead kids keep going into the garage downstairs and smoke pot. SMOKE RISES, YOU DIPSHITS. IF I GO TO WORK SMELLING LIKE WEED, I GET TERMINATED, AND THEN I'LL TERMINATE YOUR ASSES. They know I have a gun. They just don't know I'm psycho enough to use it. They've taken over the yard, littered it with their weight sets and horse shit like that. They've stolen our chairs which we use to sit outside during the summer.
The goddamn garage door shakes the entire building when it goes up. It wakes my ass up during the day. I HAVE TO SLEEP DURING THE DAY, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES. I WORK AT NIGHT. YOU KNOW, THAT *LEGAL* THING YOU HAVE TO DO TO MAKE MONEY?!
They have the fucking balls to grow fucking pot plants outside where god and everybody can see it. YES I KNOW WHAT THOSE ARE, I WAS A STUPID TEEN ONCE, TOO, YOU KNOW!! I swear to fucking god.
Next on my list: MY FUCKING BROTHER.
He knows we live in a slum. He knows we want out. We came within FUCKING INCHES of splitting a VERY nice 3-bedroom renthouse with him and his wife. With their combined incomes and mine and my dad's, we would've been able to pull it off. We could've had a very nice place. I could've gotten a step out of the shit known as my life.
BUT NO...
He has to fucking crawfish out of the deal, and leave Jen AND his infant daughter. Or so he says. He kept dodging the heart of the matter. We tried to go in with just Jen on this, but she's too shook up about the whole Chad leaving her horseshit to even talk to us right now.
YET CHAD CAN GO AND TAKE JEN TO THE FUCKING BEACH FOR THE FUCKING WEEKEND.
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO BLOOD BEING THICKER THAN WATER?!
Every time God closes a door, he slams the window on your fingers, it seems.
Speaking of fingers, when I was fixing the dog's pen from when "They Broke Out", I smashed my fingers between a 7-foot tall T-post and a four-pound Engineering Hammer(shorty sledgehammer). Now I have two bruised fingernails.
OUT. FUCKING. STANDING.
My dad's former employer, the Metropolitan Transit Authority of Harris County(BAN THEIR ASSES, BOYCOTT THEIR SERVICES!!!) suspended the payment of his Supplemental Income Benefits.
Why?
Because he didn't look for a job, according to them.
HORSESHIT AND YOU KNOW IT, METRO!!!
THEIR OWN DOCTORS said he could only work NO MORE than TWO HOURS A FUCKING DAY.
Tell me, is there ANY job ANYWHERE that can fit into that category? Hmm?
NO.
The state's Employment Service lady started laughing when she saw that document.
So, here begins battle number 10 with Metro. A battle they will lose. We will get paid back in full. But, HOW ARE WE GOING TO SURVIVE UNTIL THEN?! I only make $235 A WEEK after taxes.
The lights are still off, and it's rolling into summer. BLISTERING HEAT. WITH NO SOURCE OF RELIEF. YAY.
Now, the reason why I'm snapping. The heart of this shitstained hedgemaze.
WE GOT PULLED OVER TONIGHT WHEN WE WENT TO MY WORK TO BUY A BOXFAN TO HELP ALLEVIATE THE SUMMER HEAT.
FUCKING ROOKIE COP. NOT TWO MONTHS AGO, MY DAD GOT PULLED OVER BY A TEXAS STATE FUCKING TROOPER, AND GOT JUST A WARNING FOR THE EXPIRED TAGS.
WE JUST GOT A TICKET. FOR A CLASS B MISDEMEANOR. WE ALMOST WENT TO FUCKING JAIL. BECAUSE THE PLATES EXPIRED IN 2007, AND THE REGISTRATION EXPIRED IN 2008.
First of all, WHAT THE SHIT?! GODDAMNIT, WE WERE ASSURED THAT EVERYTHING WAS LEGIT ON THE VAN, AND NOW WE GET SLAPPED WITH A TICKET FOR A FRAUDULENT REGISTRATION STICKER?! I AM SO FUCKING TEMPTED TO WALK DOWN TO THE GUY WE BOUGHT THE VAN FROM, POUND ON HIS DOOR UNTIL HE WAKES HIS ASS UP, AND PUNCH HIM IN THE FUCKING FACE WHEN HE ANSWERS THE DOOR.
HOW THE FUCK AM I GOING TO GET TO WORK, NOW?! THEY TOOK THE FUCKING REGISTRATION STICKER!!! If I get fired behind this, can I sue the City and/or State? Because without this job, I will literally starve to death. No income, no food. Simple as that. I can't go to a church or organization for assistance, as I'm not a minority.
REVERSE RACISM STRIKES AGAIN. OH, I CAN'T BE IN DIRE NEED OF ASSISTANCE, I'M WHITE. GIVE THE BAG OF GROCERIES TO THAT BLACK WOMAN WHO HAS THE APPLE IPHONE AND ALL THE FUCKING BLING AND THE NICE CAR, NOT THE FILTHY WHITE GUY WHO WALKED THROUGH THE BLISTERING TEXAS HEAT TO GET THERE!!!
And the fucking cigarettes. My only source of stress relief, now that work dominates the time I would normally be online venting off steam.
SIX DOLLARS A FUCKING PACK?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME?! GET OFF YOUR ASS, OBAMA, AND FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO TAX. IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU HAVE TO FIND A WAY TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR ECONOMIC STIMULUS PACKAGE, WHICH I WON'T EVEN GET TO SEE, BECAUSE I HAVEN'T PAID TAXES EVER IN MY LIFE, BECAUSE I'VE NEVER HAD A JOB UNTIL NOW.
Seriously. And my birthday is this month. HOW IS IT GOING TO GET ANY WORSE BETWEEN NOW AND THE 25TH, GOD, HUH?!
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
