I have a long history of losing everything and getting it back after various failed suicide attempts. The first wave of bad luck occurred Sunday at 1:00pm in Pasadena.
I had been in my hometown 10 minutes to visit my family when a coked out bitch hit my parked car at 35 mph...in reverse. At first I thought she was going to flee (I was sitting on the front porch at the time), but she didn't. She got out of the car screaming "I'm going to jail!" followed by myriad expletives. It turns out the dope fiend had a warrant (big surprise) and begged me to let her call her husband to take the fall. I asked if he had insurance and she said he did. So I told her if he could get here before the cops did, I'd say that he was driving. That's more than fair, right?
So the husband gets there about 5 minutes before the cops do and give him a ticket. I call his insurance company (which I couldn't get ahold of until the following day due to heavy call volume on a weekend 1-800 number) and filed a claim. They towed my probably-totalled 2000 Ford Focus to a collision center in Tomball, where my buddy Laurencio (who I call Floyd) picked me up and took me to Hertz to pick up a reserved rental car.
We get there and they refuse me service; not because the guy's insurance was invalid, but because I didn't have a credit card as collateral (although I did have a debit card). So I threatened to blow up the place and left. So I go to another rental company to buy my own car (to be reimbursed by the guy's insurance) but they also would not give me a car because I have no proof of income; having been laid off at the steel mill at the end of January.
So here I am a week later: no car, no job, running out of money, and angry.... same as it's always been.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
It has been 22 days since I was laid off at Maverick Tube Corporation/Tenaris Tubular Technology and I have yet to find a job. I have gone out everyday (with the exception of weekends) to find a job, but either the economy is so fucked up right now that nobody is hiring or that felony on my record is still tainting my professional reputation.
I'll explain the felony some other time...
I applied for food stamps today for the second time in my life (since 2006 during the traumatic "Sara Situation", which led to my felony), which would be degrading if I had not once been a Nihilist...
You know, there are so many things about me that must seem like inside jokes between me and myself to someone reading this and looking from the outside. Therefore, beginning with my next post, I will relive my life via this blog... not only to give the onlooker a glimpse of the things I'm talking about here, but also to study myself and the potential reasons behind my personality today.
On a lighter note, my tax return has been directly deposited into my Woodforest account today, which will allow me to pay off my bills for March. Kudos to good karma!
I'll explain the felony some other time...
I applied for food stamps today for the second time in my life (since 2006 during the traumatic "Sara Situation", which led to my felony), which would be degrading if I had not once been a Nihilist...
You know, there are so many things about me that must seem like inside jokes between me and myself to someone reading this and looking from the outside. Therefore, beginning with my next post, I will relive my life via this blog... not only to give the onlooker a glimpse of the things I'm talking about here, but also to study myself and the potential reasons behind my personality today.
On a lighter note, my tax return has been directly deposited into my Woodforest account today, which will allow me to pay off my bills for March. Kudos to good karma!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Cell Phones and Crying Babies
I often wonder about people.
What makes them so self-serving? Only interested in their own comfort? Completely oblivious to everyone else in their vicinity. People are ignorant, rude little particles constantly rubbing against one another. And like friction causes potassium chlorate to ignite, it also causes sparks with people.
Take this computer room at the public library where I sit now for example. In the half hour I've been in this room, 3 cell phones have gone off; 2 were answered without discretion or worry that their selfish noise would disturb everyone else. A baby is crying and whining behind me and has been for the last 20 minutes. The mother keeps verbally "shushing" the baby but has made no attempt to abandon her MySpace "buddies" to take her kid outside.
I won't mention the ethnicities of these typical (and stereotypical jerks) because I have long ago abandoned my National Socialist neo-Nazi views and replaced them with more productive ones. Well...at least nicer ones anyway.
Here's an experiment you selfish people can try at home; an exercise in empathy:
Do your taxes near a construction site or a daycare center and try not to get irritated at the noise.
Why, you ask?
Because then you'll know how it feels when you didn't turn your phone off in the library or take time away from your valuable cyber sex time to shut your spoiled kid up.
Tighten up, people.
What makes them so self-serving? Only interested in their own comfort? Completely oblivious to everyone else in their vicinity. People are ignorant, rude little particles constantly rubbing against one another. And like friction causes potassium chlorate to ignite, it also causes sparks with people.
Take this computer room at the public library where I sit now for example. In the half hour I've been in this room, 3 cell phones have gone off; 2 were answered without discretion or worry that their selfish noise would disturb everyone else. A baby is crying and whining behind me and has been for the last 20 minutes. The mother keeps verbally "shushing" the baby but has made no attempt to abandon her MySpace "buddies" to take her kid outside.
I won't mention the ethnicities of these typical (and stereotypical jerks) because I have long ago abandoned my National Socialist neo-Nazi views and replaced them with more productive ones. Well...at least nicer ones anyway.
Here's an experiment you selfish people can try at home; an exercise in empathy:
Do your taxes near a construction site or a daycare center and try not to get irritated at the noise.
Why, you ask?
Because then you'll know how it feels when you didn't turn your phone off in the library or take time away from your valuable cyber sex time to shut your spoiled kid up.
Tighten up, people.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Robbin' Tha Hood
To fully appreciate this story, let me start from the beginning...
On the day after Christmas 2008, I got a call from my buddy George Loeffler to meet at Best Buy because we hadn't seen each other in weeks. Now, I've got two roommates: Jose Torres, who I call "Beaner", and Kandis Kelly, who I've known for 12 years or more. At this particular time (8:30PM or so) Jose was in Cleveland visiting his mother and daughter and Kan was asleep in her bedroom with her short-haired dachshund Sadie (who is absolutely useless as a guard dog, I might add).
I left in my green 2000 Ford Focus, my fifth vehicle so far in this life, and drove the 10-15 minute drive to Best Buy. As soon...AND I MEAN AS SOON as I got there and met up with George, who I call "Jorje" though he isn't Hispanic, I got a call from Jose. He had got home maybe 5 minutes after I'd left and found most of our electronics missing and our back door flung wide open. Jorje and I sped back to my trailer in the boondocks of Conroe and saw that it was true: we had been robbed. Kandis was now awake and in a panic, but this wasn't surprising. She is a very emotional person. Jose and I inventoried our losses: a DVD player, an XBox 360, 5 XBox games, a PlayStation2, and 4 PlayStation games.
I was at a loss for words, wondering who would have the audacity to break into my trailer with Kan's car parked out front. At first I suspected Beaner, who has a history (and felony) for breaking and entering as well as theft. I apologized to him and asked to search his truck, which he patiently endured. Though our shit wasn't in his truck, I still suspected him. But we also had another suspect...an 18 or 19 year old punk named Matthew who lived in the trailer across the dirt road from us. He was the only person in the park who had been inside my trailer other than the landlords Garland and Sherrie Barnett.
I angrily approached Matthew's neighbors, who were standing outside and having a smoke, and asked them if they had seen anyone enter my house. They all said "no" and I asked if there was anyone in the park who was known for being a thief. "Matthew", they said.
And so I went back to the trailer and the four of us (myself, Beaner, Kan, and Jorje) voted whether to call the cops or storm Matt's trailer and search for our shit. In the end, reason was the victor and the cops were called, though they did shit about it. And I knew before the laws were even called that nothing would be done. I know the cops in this county. I know them very well. But that's another story for another day.
So, after our worthless cop bailed, giving me a case number that I immediately threw away knowing I'd never be contacted by an investigator, we accepted that we'd been robbed and would not get our shit back. We went on with our lives...
Then came February 8, 2009. Nearly two months later, Matt robbed another trailer...and was caught. He fled the trailer park and called Garland, who immediately evicted him and his mother. Matt told Garland he was going to come back to the park and burn it down. Garland came to my house and woke me up to recruit me to help him defend the trailer park. A group of the men of the park waited in the road for hours for Matt to show up. Many of us had guns (not me, due to my own felony background). Matt never showed and eventually everyone went inside their homes to sleep.
At midnight, I decided to show Matt and his thieving fucking family how it felt to be robbed. When Beaner came home, I recruited him to break into Matt's trailer and we did, taking his TV, two DVD players, an air-soft pistol (which I keep in my glove compartment), and a few cell phones. I told Beaner to get rid of the loot before the sun came up in case of an investigation so he took his share away and did who knows with it. I took my share and discarded it at the front door of the Salvation Army, because the theft I committed was meant to be just and had I kept the loot for myself, the act would have lost it's meaning.
And so I robbed a thief and gave his possessions to the poor....
Fucker...
On the day after Christmas 2008, I got a call from my buddy George Loeffler to meet at Best Buy because we hadn't seen each other in weeks. Now, I've got two roommates: Jose Torres, who I call "Beaner", and Kandis Kelly, who I've known for 12 years or more. At this particular time (8:30PM or so) Jose was in Cleveland visiting his mother and daughter and Kan was asleep in her bedroom with her short-haired dachshund Sadie (who is absolutely useless as a guard dog, I might add).
I left in my green 2000 Ford Focus, my fifth vehicle so far in this life, and drove the 10-15 minute drive to Best Buy. As soon...AND I MEAN AS SOON as I got there and met up with George, who I call "Jorje" though he isn't Hispanic, I got a call from Jose. He had got home maybe 5 minutes after I'd left and found most of our electronics missing and our back door flung wide open. Jorje and I sped back to my trailer in the boondocks of Conroe and saw that it was true: we had been robbed. Kandis was now awake and in a panic, but this wasn't surprising. She is a very emotional person. Jose and I inventoried our losses: a DVD player, an XBox 360, 5 XBox games, a PlayStation2, and 4 PlayStation games.
I was at a loss for words, wondering who would have the audacity to break into my trailer with Kan's car parked out front. At first I suspected Beaner, who has a history (and felony) for breaking and entering as well as theft. I apologized to him and asked to search his truck, which he patiently endured. Though our shit wasn't in his truck, I still suspected him. But we also had another suspect...an 18 or 19 year old punk named Matthew who lived in the trailer across the dirt road from us. He was the only person in the park who had been inside my trailer other than the landlords Garland and Sherrie Barnett.
I angrily approached Matthew's neighbors, who were standing outside and having a smoke, and asked them if they had seen anyone enter my house. They all said "no" and I asked if there was anyone in the park who was known for being a thief. "Matthew", they said.
And so I went back to the trailer and the four of us (myself, Beaner, Kan, and Jorje) voted whether to call the cops or storm Matt's trailer and search for our shit. In the end, reason was the victor and the cops were called, though they did shit about it. And I knew before the laws were even called that nothing would be done. I know the cops in this county. I know them very well. But that's another story for another day.
So, after our worthless cop bailed, giving me a case number that I immediately threw away knowing I'd never be contacted by an investigator, we accepted that we'd been robbed and would not get our shit back. We went on with our lives...
Then came February 8, 2009. Nearly two months later, Matt robbed another trailer...and was caught. He fled the trailer park and called Garland, who immediately evicted him and his mother. Matt told Garland he was going to come back to the park and burn it down. Garland came to my house and woke me up to recruit me to help him defend the trailer park. A group of the men of the park waited in the road for hours for Matt to show up. Many of us had guns (not me, due to my own felony background). Matt never showed and eventually everyone went inside their homes to sleep.
At midnight, I decided to show Matt and his thieving fucking family how it felt to be robbed. When Beaner came home, I recruited him to break into Matt's trailer and we did, taking his TV, two DVD players, an air-soft pistol (which I keep in my glove compartment), and a few cell phones. I told Beaner to get rid of the loot before the sun came up in case of an investigation so he took his share away and did who knows with it. I took my share and discarded it at the front door of the Salvation Army, because the theft I committed was meant to be just and had I kept the loot for myself, the act would have lost it's meaning.
And so I robbed a thief and gave his possessions to the poor....
Fucker...
Friday, February 6, 2009
I Am The Sound
Welcome to the Sound...
Beginning today and extending 'til whenever, this is the place where I will release the dam of ugliness from my soul when it gets near breaking point. And who knows, maybe I'll throw in a bit of positive energy form time to time.
This blog is meant to be my personal journal, but is also here to be viewed by anyone who stumbles across it. Sometimes it's nice to watch another person's life once in awhile. Especially when yours seems to be crumbling.
This blog will be my book of Philosophy, my Apocrypha, my views on infinite subjects as they are conjured up in my mind. This is a study of human nature and human psyche.
These are the sounds of insomnia...
Beginning today and extending 'til whenever, this is the place where I will release the dam of ugliness from my soul when it gets near breaking point. And who knows, maybe I'll throw in a bit of positive energy form time to time.
This blog is meant to be my personal journal, but is also here to be viewed by anyone who stumbles across it. Sometimes it's nice to watch another person's life once in awhile. Especially when yours seems to be crumbling.
This blog will be my book of Philosophy, my Apocrypha, my views on infinite subjects as they are conjured up in my mind. This is a study of human nature and human psyche.
These are the sounds of insomnia...
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