May 17, 2006 A letter to a friend.
MY DAY
Woke up and stumbled to the shower.
Discovered, after getting into the shower, there was no soap.
Go get the soap (dripping wet)
Ready to shave and discover,, no shaving cream in the can.
Go get the shaving cream (dripping wet)
Proceeded to cut the hell out of my head.
Get dressed. Eat.
Grab the uniform hanging in the closet. Grab my coffee, book bag, and lunch.
Head for the car. Drop the uniform pants on the wet side walk right in to a little puddle.
“Fuck crap” running late still need to get gas. Will use the pants in my locker.
Back the car out of the driveway.
Coffee cup bounces off window and spills coffee all down the window and door because I left it on the roof.
Get out of car pick up coffee cup.(need coffee) grab the trashcan, (since I’m here)
Put the trashcan in front of the garage take the coffee cup in the house get more coffee.
On the way back to the car bump the light post and tear a giant hole in my pants. Fuckety fuck. Get to the end of the neighborhood and feel that I don’t have my wallet in my pocket where it should be. Returned to house to get the wallet.
Finally on the road, got the gas, picked up the Sergeant, raining like hell and traffic,,,, motherfucker of a way to start my day.
Get to work, late for roll call, Sheriff’s inspection,,, wrinkled pants. Get into my housing unit and the first thing that happens when I let these fools out is an argument about who’s turn it is to watch what on tv….. I am having a shit day and I am really fucking tired of this place.
I don’t mean to vent on you like this but this is what nearly every day here feels like.
I want very much to see you and talk to you and hang out and forget days like this.
Me
Woke up and stumbled to the shower.
Discovered, after getting into the shower, there was no soap.
Go get the soap (dripping wet)
Ready to shave and discover,, no shaving cream in the can.
Go get the shaving cream (dripping wet)
Proceeded to cut the hell out of my head.
Get dressed. Eat.
Grab the uniform hanging in the closet. Grab my coffee, book bag, and lunch.
Head for the car. Drop the uniform pants on the wet side walk right in to a little puddle.
“Fuck crap” running late still need to get gas. Will use the pants in my locker.
Back the car out of the driveway.
Coffee cup bounces off window and spills coffee all down the window and door because I left it on the roof.
Get out of car pick up coffee cup.(need coffee) grab the trashcan, (since I’m here)
Put the trashcan in front of the garage take the coffee cup in the house get more coffee.
On the way back to the car bump the light post and tear a giant hole in my pants. Fuckety fuck. Get to the end of the neighborhood and feel that I don’t have my wallet in my pocket where it should be. Returned to house to get the wallet.
Finally on the road, got the gas, picked up the Sergeant, raining like hell and traffic,,,, motherfucker of a way to start my day.
Get to work, late for roll call, Sheriff’s inspection,,, wrinkled pants. Get into my housing unit and the first thing that happens when I let these fools out is an argument about who’s turn it is to watch what on tv….. I am having a shit day and I am really fucking tired of this place.
I don’t mean to vent on you like this but this is what nearly every day here feels like.
I want very much to see you and talk to you and hang out and forget days like this.
Me