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José Martinéz, Risk Taker
Denial. You experience a sense of free fall. Fuck it I got nothing to say right now.
Go Figure
8:30 AM. Discharged. Detox under medical supervision? In a hospital? Haw! I’m pissed…
Taxi's Are Busy And Mom Is Asleep
Peacock is coming to pick me up and drop me off at the hospital. No. I’ve not cut myself. I just need time to dry out and rethink my life. See y’all in a few days.
Molotov Cocktail Party
The places that still stand to us. Where bad things happened. We’ll do a community bbq where we torch that shit to the ground. Use the embers for bbq. We can eat this hurt then shit it out an...
Slather Me In Sauce
After watching Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives last night I’m craving ribs. Extra sauce, please! I dozed off somewhere after one AM. Woke up at four. Couldn’t get back to sleep. Now it’s six fift...
Why I'm Angry
This 33 year old kid aka supervisor went on a tirade and stimatizing mental health. Shut up. Go to work. Get over it. Go back in the shadows and everyone will be happy. I will not work throug...
Angry
I love that when I come home from a shit night at work I can’t bitch about it like she does. I’m all told is Well you know you can’t quit. No fucking shit you dumbass nitwit! You get to bitch...
Drenched Yet Again
.6:36 PM On first break sitting outside in the loading zone. It’s a bit overcast and a slight breeze is passing by. It feels good. Tonight is vacuuming and alcohol wiping every crook, cranny an...
Brain Droppings #1
A porno titled Cum On Eileen. Our protagonist, Eileen, does a gangbang with the group Dexys Midnight Runners.
Assembly Can Kiss My Hiney
Since we’re out material I’ve been in assembly since Friday. I managed to make up an excuse and leave early then but no dice today. There is poor ventilation, they use a lot of chemicals (with ...
Toadies
I’m still here. Dry? Ha! Don’t make me laugh! Seriously. Try. I’m too far down the drain of not giving a shit. Just let me die. That’s all I want. Life is hard. Kill me. With biscuits. And bbq. I...
Ballistic
The outer space station I have been dreaming about. And the pirate ship. And my grandparents house. Just nuke us. I’m tired of dreaming.
Dry June And Gossip
Back in the saddle again. When I got to work I learned that my supervisor getting fired had been the talk of the town. Coworker and I came to a conclusion, we’re pretty sure a few folks knew he ...
So Much For Being Lazy
Well, I managed to leave the house today. Mom and I made a day of it. First to Dollar Tree to get some fake flowers to put on granny and uncle’s graves. Then off to the cemetery itself. So wei...
Toasty
Wrapped in a blanket, chilling on the couch. All is right in my world this morning. Nice ‘n comfy. I’m off for the holiday with no plans other than grilling tonight. Part of me wants to find s...
It Was Hot And Sticky
Like a wet fart in July. I still want a smoke.
Pitchforks And Torches
There is a dietary supplement that got banned statewide last month. “Gas station dope,” they call it. My supervisor got fired today for using it. This is the boss when I told him I was havin...
Strange Behavior
I had a weird anxiety attack yesterday. Happened a little before dinner. I felt off. Kinda like having an out of body experience. Then I started shaking like I was either really hungry or the...
Commercial For Pretty Litter
Visually appeasing cat liter. Are you fucking kidding me? So, I never did get to sleep after I wrote last night. At some point I was in bed and Smokey came in to headbutt me and want love. I e...
Owie My Esophagus
I’ve been hacking up snot ‘n’ mucus for two days now. “Tobacco smoke slows the normal movement of the tiny hairs (cilia) that move mucus out of your lungs. When you stop smoking, the cilia beco...
Lord Mayor Of Partytown
The nicotine withdrawal wasn’t as bad tonight. No irritation or aggressive behaviors or thoughts. I just wanted one after food or during boredom. Just because the worst of it is over, there is ...
I Feel All Sorts Of Gross
Boss got the bright idea of deep cleaning the machines. Not just a spray and wipe down. Nope. Here’s a step ladder, here’s a can of degreaser and a metal spatula. Have fun. There is YEARS wor...
Ball Of Anger
I’ve not had a cigarette in almost 48 hours. Made the decision yesterday to stop dragging my feet feeling sorry for myself and DO something to improve my perceived image of me. But dear lawd, th...
Good Meal
1 14 oz can of salmon. 1/4 c cornmeal. 1/4 c flour. 1 egg. 3 tablsp mayo. (Personally I didn’t use this.) Flake salmon in bowl, add ingredients and mix well. Form mixture into patties. Cook in ...
Cried In Bed Today
I’m just so lost today… I dreamed of her and it hurt all over again.
Book Description
I came on my own volition.
I am the man that got away.
Work -
Tonight I clocked in at 4:30 PM and it was suddenly Wednesday when I worked 6:45 AM to 6 PM with only an hour lunch break and on my feet the rest. I was trying to relieve Logan in the back who was frying chicken both for our loose case and boxed hot case so he could go to lunch. Instead I got mixed with a redneck who wanted a Philly steak and cheese. I made his sandwich to order only to be confronted with the elderly gentleman behind him. He, to this shit. o, wanted a Philly. I was annoyed. Angry. Granted chicken side cooking sucks At least you’re away from the customers. I can, “pretend”, like I’m cooking chicken in the back but dick around for ten minutes, which actually rarely happens. You learn to smile and accept this shit. Made him his sandwich, didn’t stop to ask the next customer if he needed help. Instead, went straight to the back and told Logan to take his lunch, I was taking over, box up what just came up out the fryer and we’re good.
It was just one of those days. People wonder why I get stoned before work.
I.
Am.
Robot.
Tell.
Me.
What.
Is.
Next.
I’m versatile.
Put me in any situation and I come victorious.
Even on the bad days.
So when I go the hardcore bitch mode of my assistant manager on Wednesday after my eleventh hour there. I got irate.
I know she does a job for two.
Her boss/my boss sucks ass.
But fuck....I’m part time.
If you want to bitch and yell about the shit that the full timers didn’t do…bitch to them.
DON’T MAKE ME DO THEIR FUCKING SHIT THE LAST HOUR I’M THERE!
I’ve been working for this slave camp for three and a half years.
I lost my insurance last year due to me being stupid and the store manager catching on. Which is actually a big blessing. I haven’t missed a day in a year.
But I’ve been there for every shift.
Sleep, no sleep?
Fuck it.
Show up for work.
The computer takes over on schedule and now I don’t qualify for our good insurance.
I have to take the government stuff?
OK.
I’m a democrat.
Lifelong.
BUT FUCK YOU OBAMA!
Don’t tell me what to do.
I’ll go another year without health insurance.
I want my good Blue Cross Blue Shield Back.
Make my job give me the hours back for insurance.
People close to me say I need to see a therapist.
After A.A. and an almost check in at rehab.
Maybe I do need anti-depressants.
This is a rant with no one I know reading this.
Its liberating.
I welcome ProseBox into my life.
