I think the system is trying to break me
For the past week, I've been under assault by "The System." Thats the myth I'm going with. It started on Friday. I called Trader Joe's and they said they weren't interested in hiring me. Later, I got my rejection letter in the mail from the City of Pasadena. They don't want me to work in their library. I put some nice clothes on and went down there to force the issue. Not much luck. I got a business card with a name scribbled on it. "Leave a message with this guy."
Later that night, I went on a bike ride with 1,000 other people. Lots of drinking and smoking of drugs. Holding up traffic all throughout Los Angeles. Midnite Ridazz. Ended up on a hill overlooking Dodger Stadium. On my way home I crashed my bike. The guy behind me ran over my head. No major damage was done, and I got to enjoy a truly overwhelming release of adrenaline. Rolling with those punches rather well.
Next day. Saturday. In the morning I get pulled over with Angie. My registration is expired. Cop #1 was giving Cop #2 some ticket writing lessons so it took extra long. What really burns me up about it is that in retropsect, Cop #1 gave me an opportunity to talk my way out of it. I was too busy being cool to notice.
Angie buys me a nice breakfast in Hollywood. When we are done we see that my keys are locked in my car. So is my wallet. So is my phone. The restaurant people are nice, and let me wait on hold with triple AAA for 20 minutes.
Guitar Center offers me $60 for a guitar that I need to sell for $250.00. No deal.
Sunday night. I'm riding my bike to Mom's house for dinner. Its about an hour's ride, and at one point I decide to take a shortcut. Via the 210 freeway. Up one ramp and down the other. About halfway through I notice a car is pacing me. CHP. I contemplate making a break for it once we get off the freeway. It seems possible. Bikes can go where cars can't. Nerves make me decide against it. I get a ticket for disobeying a sign. I stare down the people looking at me from their cars.
Monday. I drive out to La Brea and the 10 freeway to sell my guitar for $225.00 On the way home I loose my water pump. AAA tows me to Mitch's Auto. This little setback drains the rest of my credit card. I am now pretty near penniless, but I can make rent.
Tuesday is Valentine's Day. I don't go much for holidays.
Wenseday I meet with Kevin from the City of Pasadena. He convinces me that I'm not getting the job I want, but I can apply for a shittier one thats opening up in March.
Angie made out with some girl on Sunday. At first it didn't bother me, but now I'm thinking this might be a good time to break it off.
Later that night, I went on a bike ride with 1,000 other people. Lots of drinking and smoking of drugs. Holding up traffic all throughout Los Angeles. Midnite Ridazz. Ended up on a hill overlooking Dodger Stadium. On my way home I crashed my bike. The guy behind me ran over my head. No major damage was done, and I got to enjoy a truly overwhelming release of adrenaline. Rolling with those punches rather well.
Next day. Saturday. In the morning I get pulled over with Angie. My registration is expired. Cop #1 was giving Cop #2 some ticket writing lessons so it took extra long. What really burns me up about it is that in retropsect, Cop #1 gave me an opportunity to talk my way out of it. I was too busy being cool to notice.
Angie buys me a nice breakfast in Hollywood. When we are done we see that my keys are locked in my car. So is my wallet. So is my phone. The restaurant people are nice, and let me wait on hold with triple AAA for 20 minutes.
Guitar Center offers me $60 for a guitar that I need to sell for $250.00. No deal.
Sunday night. I'm riding my bike to Mom's house for dinner. Its about an hour's ride, and at one point I decide to take a shortcut. Via the 210 freeway. Up one ramp and down the other. About halfway through I notice a car is pacing me. CHP. I contemplate making a break for it once we get off the freeway. It seems possible. Bikes can go where cars can't. Nerves make me decide against it. I get a ticket for disobeying a sign. I stare down the people looking at me from their cars.
Monday. I drive out to La Brea and the 10 freeway to sell my guitar for $225.00 On the way home I loose my water pump. AAA tows me to Mitch's Auto. This little setback drains the rest of my credit card. I am now pretty near penniless, but I can make rent.
Tuesday is Valentine's Day. I don't go much for holidays.
Wenseday I meet with Kevin from the City of Pasadena. He convinces me that I'm not getting the job I want, but I can apply for a shittier one thats opening up in March.
Angie made out with some girl on Sunday. At first it didn't bother me, but now I'm thinking this might be a good time to break it off.
posted by Unknown at
2/16/2006 11:34:00 AM
1 Comments:
Regarding your unnecessarily aggressive comments:
1) I'm sure you would be happy to know that Angie is also a vegan, like yourself. And I am sure she wouldn't be too happy about what you said. Lord knows I'm not.
2) I thought Starlight changed her name back to Brittany?
3) You are an idiot.
P.S.
I recommend reading "Industrial Society and its Future" Its a pretty good critique of the leftist agenda, except for the whole thing about killing people.
P.S.S.
Pacifism does not mean: "avoiding conflict," thats just being a pussy. Pacifism is the doctrine that all violence in unjustifiable.
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