bums are weak sauce
Take 2, twice a day. For 10 days
Take 3, every 6 hrs.
Then, take 1, twice a day. 14 days.
Now I wait.
The spider bites bloomed again. And a mother's demand was heard and finally i caved in. we drove back to Round Rock, saw the physician, and were surprised.
I guess she wasn’t all too surprised. She’s been trained to formulate 'worst possible' scenarios in an instant. I suppose to counter her dramatic responses to disaster I feel the need to react in an opposite manner. Apathy can be quite deadly as well. But its not cancer. And I won’t die. I could die. But I won’t.
The little bastard is called a staff infection; hence why the BITES came back: Dirty apartments, filthy gyms. Maybe. These holes on my side and leg need to be filled, re-paved, and left alone.
I just finished the movie King of California.
Oh to be insane. to see the barricades that everyone has placed over their eyes and mouth. No everyone can be insane. But sometimes I wish I had the choice.
What’s keeping me in balance?
A conscious? A mild child hood? Knowledge of consequences or perhaps its just my fear of what people would think of me.
Screw ups.
Sometimes it’s as simple being too comfortable with failure, and a phobia of success. Because once you reach that platform, the expectations go up. And what bum ever wants to be challenged?
Bums.
For once I would like to see someone that supposedly has no resources, holding a cardboard sign do a trick or something to earn money. The biggest disservice you can do a man is give him something for free. I know Christianity asks me to give to the poor but what good is it for him to sit and do nothing. Laziness will be his demise.
Flaming cardboard boxes or chasing chickens or cars. Trying to juggle, anything: tires, trash, his hat, and the ONE PERMANENT MARKER that is issued when you become homeless. ANYTHING.
Be creative. It wouldn’t hurt. And you might make more money. And in a round about philosophical way, you’re contributing to society by giving us entertainment.
Haha. geez. That’s horrible. Sorry.
I’ll be leaving tomorrow once I find out how serious this infection is. Wish me luck.
Take 3, every 6 hrs.
Then, take 1, twice a day. 14 days.
Now I wait.
The spider bites bloomed again. And a mother's demand was heard and finally i caved in. we drove back to Round Rock, saw the physician, and were surprised.
I guess she wasn’t all too surprised. She’s been trained to formulate 'worst possible' scenarios in an instant. I suppose to counter her dramatic responses to disaster I feel the need to react in an opposite manner. Apathy can be quite deadly as well. But its not cancer. And I won’t die. I could die. But I won’t.
The little bastard is called a staff infection; hence why the BITES came back: Dirty apartments, filthy gyms. Maybe. These holes on my side and leg need to be filled, re-paved, and left alone.
I just finished the movie King of California.
Oh to be insane. to see the barricades that everyone has placed over their eyes and mouth. No everyone can be insane. But sometimes I wish I had the choice.
What’s keeping me in balance?
A conscious? A mild child hood? Knowledge of consequences or perhaps its just my fear of what people would think of me.
Screw ups.
Sometimes it’s as simple being too comfortable with failure, and a phobia of success. Because once you reach that platform, the expectations go up. And what bum ever wants to be challenged?
Bums.
For once I would like to see someone that supposedly has no resources, holding a cardboard sign do a trick or something to earn money. The biggest disservice you can do a man is give him something for free. I know Christianity asks me to give to the poor but what good is it for him to sit and do nothing. Laziness will be his demise.
Flaming cardboard boxes or chasing chickens or cars. Trying to juggle, anything: tires, trash, his hat, and the ONE PERMANENT MARKER that is issued when you become homeless. ANYTHING.
Be creative. It wouldn’t hurt. And you might make more money. And in a round about philosophical way, you’re contributing to society by giving us entertainment.
Haha. geez. That’s horrible. Sorry.
I’ll be leaving tomorrow once I find out how serious this infection is. Wish me luck.