Big update!
Okay then. I'm still living with Bill, yay! We moved out of apartments TWICE, and are now staying with my Uncle Russell and my Mamaw Wendy. Whoop-de-doo.
We are now the proud owners of a 2000 F-150 with a V8 Triton engine, which makes things REALLY fun for me when I drive. Woo-hoo! I love driving that thing... it's fast, it's powerful, it's big, it's beautiful! It even has a bullet hole in the passenger side, since Sandy's husband Tony is not an honest man. Some wetback motherfucker threw a rock through the rear window, and at the moment we have a garbage back with duct tape over it, to protect from the weather. For a while we were having problems with the tires, between having two flats to having one flat to having one that tread-separated, but since Tony got new tires for his new truck, we got the tires he had. They're still good, so fear not!!
In good news, I got a job. That's right, I've been hunting for a job since April, and finally, in the beginning of my senior year, I have one. I only have four classes a day, so I get out immediately after lunch, at 12:30 in the afternoon. This rawks my sawks, of course. So I start filling out applications near the house and such, both online and on-site. Krogers called me a couple days ago and asked me to come in for an interview. So I did.
They hired me. Or, in all technicalities, told me that if my background check and drug test came back clean, I could start training immediately. And since I am not one to "experiment" with the more recreational narcotics, as some of my friends do, nor am I much of a thrill-seeker-slash-trouble-maker, I know the reports will come back clean and I will have a job. Go me! *happy dance* So, yeah. They should get the reports back around Thursday, and I can immediately start training Friday. Paid training, might I add, which is a big bonus for me. All training will be done at the main store on Spencer and Burke, and then I'll go to work for this store right here by the house. Six bucks an hour, part time, fifteen to thirty hours a week, as a cashier. I'll breeze through training, I'm sure, and immediately start making some cash.
There's an apartment complex that's between the house and Krogers (which isn't all that far, truth be told) that just opened up. They've got a $99 move-in special going, so I think we're going to get an apartment there so I can be close to work and not need anyone to give me rides, as well as being close to all the familiar stuff I know. Bill won't have a problem since he'll have the truck to get to and from work on a daily basis, which is why I have to live someplace NEAR the store, know what I mean?
There is a sad bit of news since the last update, however. On July 1st, during the three day span me and Bill spent on my mother's living room floor due to problems at Allegra Palms, his mother called at 6:30 in the morning. His brother, Duane, had woken up to find his wife of twenty years, Tammy, dead. Accidental overdose, from the looks of it, though it is thought that maybe she had committed suicide, from the email that her friend opened two weeks later, announcing how tired of life she was. Bill hasn't been the same since. He loved Tammy, he really did. Had his first drink with her, smoked his first joint with her. She was always there for him, and when he was strung out on heroine, she was the only person who didn't look down on him. Duane and his three kids held a funeral service for her there in Orlando, Florida, then shipped her here to be buried in Pasadena. And now, Duane and the kids are living with Sandy. They're cool kids, all told. But things have gotten better for everybody. Bill and I missed the funeral and he is yet to want to go visit her grave. He doesn't want to break down like he did the day she died. And if he does, I know I will too. It's sad, it really is.
Aside from that dark cloud hovering over the family, everything has been semi-good. Me and Bill are recovering from the blows life has dealt us, and will soon be back on our feet, throwing punches in return. My job should help sufficiently for me and Bill to be able to make car payments and rent with no problems whatsoever.
And with that, I leave you with the lyrics to the best song I have ever heard.
Iced Earth - A Question Of Heaven
The time is close now, the end is near
My walk through the valley trails of fear
I feel empty, my penance overdue
I guess it's too late now to be with you
I'm extremely frightened of what will surely be
I sold myself, the death of me
I know you can't forgive me, I know I'm on my own
I've betrayed you, I walk alone
What exactly is the meaning of this
Just pawns in your twisted game
Severe pain for the lie I'm living
For a love I never could betray
Question me not say the lord unto thee
You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny
Denied of this life is what you are to be
You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny.
Lord I pound my fists at you
Won't you just let me die
Would I not suffer enough
No inner peace, no after life
Question me not say the lord unto thee
You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny
Denied of this life is what you are to be
You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny
I did what I thought was right
All for the love of my life
I know it's sad but true
Soemthing is very wrong
Condemned to suffer so long
For a love so true
The question that lies within
So hard to understand
It still tears at me
And in my dying breath
My heart holds no regrets
I wouldn't change a thing
My spirit begins to rise to the heavenly skies
Just to be shunned away by you
Now all I want is to die, no streets of gold in the sky
And I wash my hands of you
Rising to the heavens light
Just to plead for death
Just to be denied
Rising to the heavens light
Just to plead for death
Just to be denied
Ooohhh, I know you can't forgive me
I know I'm on my own
I know that I've betrayed you
You know I walk alone
I walk, I walk the trail of fear
I pound my fists at you
I'm shunned away by you
I wash my hands of you
Why won't you let me die?
Why won't you let me die?
Why won't you let me die?
We are now the proud owners of a 2000 F-150 with a V8 Triton engine, which makes things REALLY fun for me when I drive. Woo-hoo! I love driving that thing... it's fast, it's powerful, it's big, it's beautiful! It even has a bullet hole in the passenger side, since Sandy's husband Tony is not an honest man. Some wetback motherfucker threw a rock through the rear window, and at the moment we have a garbage back with duct tape over it, to protect from the weather. For a while we were having problems with the tires, between having two flats to having one flat to having one that tread-separated, but since Tony got new tires for his new truck, we got the tires he had. They're still good, so fear not!!
In good news, I got a job. That's right, I've been hunting for a job since April, and finally, in the beginning of my senior year, I have one. I only have four classes a day, so I get out immediately after lunch, at 12:30 in the afternoon. This rawks my sawks, of course. So I start filling out applications near the house and such, both online and on-site. Krogers called me a couple days ago and asked me to come in for an interview. So I did.
They hired me. Or, in all technicalities, told me that if my background check and drug test came back clean, I could start training immediately. And since I am not one to "experiment" with the more recreational narcotics, as some of my friends do, nor am I much of a thrill-seeker-slash-trouble-maker, I know the reports will come back clean and I will have a job. Go me! *happy dance* So, yeah. They should get the reports back around Thursday, and I can immediately start training Friday. Paid training, might I add, which is a big bonus for me. All training will be done at the main store on Spencer and Burke, and then I'll go to work for this store right here by the house. Six bucks an hour, part time, fifteen to thirty hours a week, as a cashier. I'll breeze through training, I'm sure, and immediately start making some cash.
There's an apartment complex that's between the house and Krogers (which isn't all that far, truth be told) that just opened up. They've got a $99 move-in special going, so I think we're going to get an apartment there so I can be close to work and not need anyone to give me rides, as well as being close to all the familiar stuff I know. Bill won't have a problem since he'll have the truck to get to and from work on a daily basis, which is why I have to live someplace NEAR the store, know what I mean?
There is a sad bit of news since the last update, however. On July 1st, during the three day span me and Bill spent on my mother's living room floor due to problems at Allegra Palms, his mother called at 6:30 in the morning. His brother, Duane, had woken up to find his wife of twenty years, Tammy, dead. Accidental overdose, from the looks of it, though it is thought that maybe she had committed suicide, from the email that her friend opened two weeks later, announcing how tired of life she was. Bill hasn't been the same since. He loved Tammy, he really did. Had his first drink with her, smoked his first joint with her. She was always there for him, and when he was strung out on heroine, she was the only person who didn't look down on him. Duane and his three kids held a funeral service for her there in Orlando, Florida, then shipped her here to be buried in Pasadena. And now, Duane and the kids are living with Sandy. They're cool kids, all told. But things have gotten better for everybody. Bill and I missed the funeral and he is yet to want to go visit her grave. He doesn't want to break down like he did the day she died. And if he does, I know I will too. It's sad, it really is.
Aside from that dark cloud hovering over the family, everything has been semi-good. Me and Bill are recovering from the blows life has dealt us, and will soon be back on our feet, throwing punches in return. My job should help sufficiently for me and Bill to be able to make car payments and rent with no problems whatsoever.
And with that, I leave you with the lyrics to the best song I have ever heard.
Iced Earth - A Question Of Heaven
The time is close now, the end is near
My walk through the valley trails of fear
I feel empty, my penance overdue
I guess it's too late now to be with you
I'm extremely frightened of what will surely be
I sold myself, the death of me
I know you can't forgive me, I know I'm on my own
I've betrayed you, I walk alone
What exactly is the meaning of this
Just pawns in your twisted game
Severe pain for the lie I'm living
For a love I never could betray
Question me not say the lord unto thee
You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny
Denied of this life is what you are to be
You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny.
Lord I pound my fists at you
Won't you just let me die
Would I not suffer enough
No inner peace, no after life
Question me not say the lord unto thee
You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny
Denied of this life is what you are to be
You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny
I did what I thought was right
All for the love of my life
I know it's sad but true
Soemthing is very wrong
Condemned to suffer so long
For a love so true
The question that lies within
So hard to understand
It still tears at me
And in my dying breath
My heart holds no regrets
I wouldn't change a thing
My spirit begins to rise to the heavenly skies
Just to be shunned away by you
Now all I want is to die, no streets of gold in the sky
And I wash my hands of you
Rising to the heavens light
Just to plead for death
Just to be denied
Rising to the heavens light
Just to plead for death
Just to be denied
Ooohhh, I know you can't forgive me
I know I'm on my own
I know that I've betrayed you
You know I walk alone
I walk, I walk the trail of fear
I pound my fists at you
I'm shunned away by you
I wash my hands of you
Why won't you let me die?
Why won't you let me die?
Why won't you let me die?