I am writing today to make a confession....
I live in the county of Vallejo, there is a lot of land, animals, farms, and meth. To go a long with the crack heads, living in a cute hacienda down the street are Mexican drug lords. They have a mansion on street full of shacks. They have Escalades with blacked out windows, classic cars, even an old school carriage. No these things don't make them drug lords, but what does is that their house has been burned down twice, followed by a series of robberies (with nothing reported stolen). Needless to say, when I drive by their house, I look straight ahead. Why am I telling you about this you ask....
The other morning I was driving home from the hospital(my dad had a procedure, he is totally fine). We had to be at the hospital at 6:30am... 6:30 AM! After my bender at my local watering hole, Gentleman Jim's (Thursday night karaoke), I dragged myself out of bed at 6 hung over to take my dad. I was a total space cadet driving home... driving in the HOV lanes.. forgot to pay toll... a hot mess....
I'm finally close to home and as I'm passing the drug house, their innocent chicken ran in the road..... I'm a murderer. I ran over the drug lords chicken. This is punishable by death in many countries. Should I send my condolences? Give them 10 more chickens? Go into hiding? Either way, it has been a rough couple of days, scared for my life and knowing I'm a killer on the run. Life as a fugitive isn't easy. ...
In other news, I'm officially 24. I figure this is my last year to try to get my shit together. The other night I went out to a gay bar with our old friend, bi-curious for attention. This older woman (who was wasted!) came up to us, and started asking us 21 questions. The conversation went like this--
Drunk Geriatric: Are you guys together?
Me: Well.. we are here together....
Drunk Geriatric: No! Are you *together*?
Bi-curious: NO
Drunk Geriatric: So you ladies are single? And not together?
Me: You are correct
Drunk Geriatric: *she turns to me* where are you from?
Me: *sigh* Vallejo *side note: Vallejo does not have a good rep around NorCal*
Drunk Geriatric: So what do you do, Vallejo?
Me: Nothing
Drunk Geriatric: So you're from Vallejo and you do nothing.....
Drunk Geriatric quickly started hitting on Bi-curious. I had to tell her that I am jobless and live in Vallejo not only once, but four fucking times, due to drunky G's inebriated state. She made me say my *situation* out loud and it really hurt my pride.
On that note, I am currently looking for a job. I have for three jobs online. I really have no ambition. My mom keeps asking me if I am drugs, I almost wish I could say yes but I suffer from a disease called apathy and laziness. For a while I convinced Paula mono reared its ugly head again (I had mono when I was 18), and I couldn't start working until I felt better. Then she realized mono was just a hangover.. Updates soon to come on the job front.
Peace out!
