It's true -- I'm tired of working like a nigger so as to eat crumbs off of a rich man's asshole. I can do better, get paid better. I'm an educated man. I don't want to uncrate tonnes of cardboard in the rain during wintertime. The Appliance place can find someone else. I enjoyed the people. On Saturday we had salesmen running out of the warehouse in fear. Psychological trauma. There's nothing more annoying than a jovial salesman jaunting towards the warehouse with paperwork in hand. So we pull pranks, as in filling someone's car with styrofoam, or by dusint crumbs on the top of a car roof so crows come, fight on a shiny surface, and then shit all over it. Nothing like shitting where you eat.
I like crows. Lately I've taken to talking to them as they talk to me. They scatter, I confuse them by feeding and then hoisting my fist with a rock inside. Scatter. Scatter. Get out.
No updates because I needed a break from the blog world. And I feel the will to write fading, fading, away.
Posted by matty-b at October 2, 2005 5:12 PMstick it to the man!!
Posted by: J at October 5, 2005 2:47 PM