never thought you'd go break the chain
the last few nights i went out after work because home is getting stale, and i went to draw at the library from 4:40-6:00 and afterwards i rolled over to fricks to play pool until 8 each night. i mainly played on everyone else's money because i kick ass and they don't. monday was league night and i bought a coke for a dollar, and sank 75 cents into the pool table, and one of the leaguers was warming up on another table and decided to plunk his money down on mine, so after that first 75 cents i played about 12-15 games on other people's money. some red-faced drunk asshole was trying desperately to beat me and even went as far as not calling his slop, but i still went out before he could sink over half his balls. basically everyone that wasn't currently playing a league game would come over and play at my table and i just sent them packing. i can't even believe that half of them were on a league. it was demoralizing for them.
i'm getting good at work although i still feel out of place, like an apple in a bucket of oranges, but that's how it goes when you're me. my wife is serious about not wanting to work it out at all, or even catch up to me later in life, and i guess i have to move on and find someone more like me. i know they're out there somewhere, but i'm not going to go out of my way to look for it. all my best relationships were caused by a girl barging into my life, and i suppose it will eventually happen again. all i gotta do is focus on the tattoo work, learn on the weekends and draw more often. i'm trying to hit the pencil to paper at least once a day even if it's doodling or bullshit. i'm trying to also copy images as close to the original as possible. so far i've worked on oriental art more than anything but i will get around to all the shit that doesn't interest me eventually.
cost of living is nice around here. i get paid once a week and i still have a little when i get the next check. i haven't bought anything personal yet, because the second i do lauren will email me and say that she needs financial help. so i'm waiting until i feel comfortable doing so. and until i save up for the u-haul/trip.
my car is a red sable, not the flashiest in the world but reliable and it gets great gas mileage. 25 bucks a tank and it lasts a week and a half, including my trips to lansing on a weekend. plus i finally got a cd player and can roll hard with tori screeching or hopesfall blaring. i keeps it under 65 mph for no reason other than pissing off michigan drivers who all seem to go 79 no matter what the speed limit.
it looks like overtime is scheduled for the future, with no end. i expect at least 8 more hours on friday on top of the 40 i will have worked by COB thursday. i work my nuts off, too. but it feels good to know that i work a real job and don't just stand at the counter talking to people that could care less.
focker out.
i'm getting good at work although i still feel out of place, like an apple in a bucket of oranges, but that's how it goes when you're me. my wife is serious about not wanting to work it out at all, or even catch up to me later in life, and i guess i have to move on and find someone more like me. i know they're out there somewhere, but i'm not going to go out of my way to look for it. all my best relationships were caused by a girl barging into my life, and i suppose it will eventually happen again. all i gotta do is focus on the tattoo work, learn on the weekends and draw more often. i'm trying to hit the pencil to paper at least once a day even if it's doodling or bullshit. i'm trying to also copy images as close to the original as possible. so far i've worked on oriental art more than anything but i will get around to all the shit that doesn't interest me eventually.
cost of living is nice around here. i get paid once a week and i still have a little when i get the next check. i haven't bought anything personal yet, because the second i do lauren will email me and say that she needs financial help. so i'm waiting until i feel comfortable doing so. and until i save up for the u-haul/trip.
my car is a red sable, not the flashiest in the world but reliable and it gets great gas mileage. 25 bucks a tank and it lasts a week and a half, including my trips to lansing on a weekend. plus i finally got a cd player and can roll hard with tori screeching or hopesfall blaring. i keeps it under 65 mph for no reason other than pissing off michigan drivers who all seem to go 79 no matter what the speed limit.
it looks like overtime is scheduled for the future, with no end. i expect at least 8 more hours on friday on top of the 40 i will have worked by COB thursday. i work my nuts off, too. but it feels good to know that i work a real job and don't just stand at the counter talking to people that could care less.
focker out.