Shitty Rainy Day
Today is a shitty, rainy day. I say that because it is shitty, and it is raining, has all day without break.
On the other hand, I blew a guy for a handle of vodka last night, so I have that going for me, which is nice. Just kidding, I didn't blow a dude for booze. Maybe later. I do have a fresh handle of vodka, however.
Not really sure what I'm up to, overall. Very much appreciating the booze. Yesterday I didn't feel much like writing, but I did get 50 oz. of malt liquor on board, and chased it with 750ml of vodak, wrapping up this morning and blending into my new handle.
I am about out of places to crash when it rains, so I sleep right by the public restroom, which I guess would be a great place to meet dudes to suck off for liquor, so that's a plus. This morning some folks came by and gave me some chicken tenders with ranch and a big potato wedge, so that was nice. It may have been them or someone else who stuck a dollar in my shoe, and that was the blessing that paid the tax on my handle so now I have a big clear bottle of Taaka to set my mind to ease.
I love alcohol. It's the greatest. It's the only fucking thing which makes life tolerable. Without alcohol I want to watch the whole world burn and die. With alcohol, I can laugh at what a stupid joke everything is.
The true nature of reality, or the truth of life on and in this world is so bizarre it simply cannot be explained. Anyone who tries ends up looking psychotic. It's something which has to be figured out, and then, never spoken of directly. There are thousands of hints in songs. Literature not so much, though genre fiction has managed a few startling examples which make one wonder how they managed to avoid suppression. I'm not saying I know, but I can't say. I'm saying I am suspecting, and I know I could never say.
I think it's time to get out of here and get ripped, maybe make another post later. I'm really sick of my life, but not any more or less so than I was while, say working for LegalZoom.
Closing note, I have no emergency contact. I had a doctor appointment and they gave me a hard time about it. Bureaucrats are very touchy about empty fields. I told them I didn't have one, not one person to list who would give a shit or ever do any thing whatsoever to help me in any way under any circumstance. They couldn't believe it, but they had to accept it. Fucking bureaucrats.
On the other hand, I blew a guy for a handle of vodka last night, so I have that going for me, which is nice. Just kidding, I didn't blow a dude for booze. Maybe later. I do have a fresh handle of vodka, however.
Not really sure what I'm up to, overall. Very much appreciating the booze. Yesterday I didn't feel much like writing, but I did get 50 oz. of malt liquor on board, and chased it with 750ml of vodak, wrapping up this morning and blending into my new handle.
I am about out of places to crash when it rains, so I sleep right by the public restroom, which I guess would be a great place to meet dudes to suck off for liquor, so that's a plus. This morning some folks came by and gave me some chicken tenders with ranch and a big potato wedge, so that was nice. It may have been them or someone else who stuck a dollar in my shoe, and that was the blessing that paid the tax on my handle so now I have a big clear bottle of Taaka to set my mind to ease.
I love alcohol. It's the greatest. It's the only fucking thing which makes life tolerable. Without alcohol I want to watch the whole world burn and die. With alcohol, I can laugh at what a stupid joke everything is.
The true nature of reality, or the truth of life on and in this world is so bizarre it simply cannot be explained. Anyone who tries ends up looking psychotic. It's something which has to be figured out, and then, never spoken of directly. There are thousands of hints in songs. Literature not so much, though genre fiction has managed a few startling examples which make one wonder how they managed to avoid suppression. I'm not saying I know, but I can't say. I'm saying I am suspecting, and I know I could never say.
I think it's time to get out of here and get ripped, maybe make another post later. I'm really sick of my life, but not any more or less so than I was while, say working for LegalZoom.
Closing note, I have no emergency contact. I had a doctor appointment and they gave me a hard time about it. Bureaucrats are very touchy about empty fields. I told them I didn't have one, not one person to list who would give a shit or ever do any thing whatsoever to help me in any way under any circumstance. They couldn't believe it, but they had to accept it. Fucking bureaucrats.