This city fucking changes you.
So, I hate the fact that I don't have a damn car around here/ I can't go on the subways and I can't get a ride from place to place. I still hope I get to Spelling Bee. I'll know after Sunday.
So, my job is pretty damn awesome. Did you see the guy jumping onto the net at Yankee Stadium to "see if it would hold him." God damm idiots. But, you know what? Thank God for 'em. If they didn't exist, the company I'm working for wouldn't be making any money. And I wouldn't have anything to laugh at.
Brooklyn is a sketchy place. Try waiting around 8 minutes while the antenna in the live truck is going up at 11 o'clock at night in the hood part of it right off of Pennsylvaina Ave. and you'll understand that pretty quickly. Yea. That's all I have to say on that subject.
Things are starting to seem more normal. The awe has worn off. I'm not saying the job ain't cool, cause it is. Tony's been helping me correct myself as a human being. For example, I learned that I gotta fucking pay attention to obvious things or else the kitty litter gets flooded and when you try to put it down the garbage chute it gets all over the fucking place and you have to spend an hour and a half to clean it up when instead you could have been sitting there chilling if you had only moved the kitty litter box out of the bathtub before turning on the shower. Makes no sence? Yea, I understand that. But it does to me.
But the one thing that I have learned most of all is that life is short. When you drive around seeing people getting hit by stray bullets and being brutally raped and murdered or getting killed for no fucking reason, you realize that could be you. A stray bullet could come through the window while I'm typing this fucking thing up and kill me. Would I feel satisified with all I've done in life if that were to happen? Hell, no. I've spent 80% of py life sitting around worrying, thinking about the pros and cons about the decision I'm about to make and never doing a damn thing about it. Well, that shit is stupid. What's the worst fucking thing that happens? I die? Well, at least I'll die satisfied. At least I'll die knowing that I at least tried what I wanted to do rather than wimping out. God damn I wimp out a lot. I'm a fucking dweeb. A moron. Life ain't that fucking bad no matter how little schoolwork I do. No matter how many people may hate my guts at least I'm happy. Cause that's really all that matters. Being able to look back on your life when your life comes and say, "Man I had fun" And if you decide that the way to have that is to jump onto the netting behind home plate of Yankee Stadium, then good for you. I'll still think you're a fucking idiot but at least you'll be satisfied. And that's what I'm gonna do right now. For the rest of my life. I'm gonna do what I feel is right cause if it ain't then at least I fucking tried.
So, my job is pretty damn awesome. Did you see the guy jumping onto the net at Yankee Stadium to "see if it would hold him." God damm idiots. But, you know what? Thank God for 'em. If they didn't exist, the company I'm working for wouldn't be making any money. And I wouldn't have anything to laugh at.
Brooklyn is a sketchy place. Try waiting around 8 minutes while the antenna in the live truck is going up at 11 o'clock at night in the hood part of it right off of Pennsylvaina Ave. and you'll understand that pretty quickly. Yea. That's all I have to say on that subject.
Things are starting to seem more normal. The awe has worn off. I'm not saying the job ain't cool, cause it is. Tony's been helping me correct myself as a human being. For example, I learned that I gotta fucking pay attention to obvious things or else the kitty litter gets flooded and when you try to put it down the garbage chute it gets all over the fucking place and you have to spend an hour and a half to clean it up when instead you could have been sitting there chilling if you had only moved the kitty litter box out of the bathtub before turning on the shower. Makes no sence? Yea, I understand that. But it does to me.
But the one thing that I have learned most of all is that life is short. When you drive around seeing people getting hit by stray bullets and being brutally raped and murdered or getting killed for no fucking reason, you realize that could be you. A stray bullet could come through the window while I'm typing this fucking thing up and kill me. Would I feel satisified with all I've done in life if that were to happen? Hell, no. I've spent 80% of py life sitting around worrying, thinking about the pros and cons about the decision I'm about to make and never doing a damn thing about it. Well, that shit is stupid. What's the worst fucking thing that happens? I die? Well, at least I'll die satisfied. At least I'll die knowing that I at least tried what I wanted to do rather than wimping out. God damn I wimp out a lot. I'm a fucking dweeb. A moron. Life ain't that fucking bad no matter how little schoolwork I do. No matter how many people may hate my guts at least I'm happy. Cause that's really all that matters. Being able to look back on your life when your life comes and say, "Man I had fun" And if you decide that the way to have that is to jump onto the netting behind home plate of Yankee Stadium, then good for you. I'll still think you're a fucking idiot but at least you'll be satisfied. And that's what I'm gonna do right now. For the rest of my life. I'm gonna do what I feel is right cause if it ain't then at least I fucking tried.