Yesterday I took the test for the dispatch position at the police station. I feel pretty good about how I did but I'm sure I didn't get the job. Normally I would be upset about that, but this time I really feel good about how I did. Knowing in advance that only 2 of the 11 people that were testing didn't hurt either. The big thing for me was being there.

I went to work after the test. My employer seemed genuinely happy to see me. That was a good thing. Work went well. I paid for lunch for the shop (ballin'!). Everything was good. Just as I thought things could get no better, they did! My boss asked me for the keys to my whooride and bought it into the garage. Then he started doing some of the repairs on it!

I don't know if I deserved all the good luck I was recieving, but I wasn't complaining. And for anyone checking, I'm still not!

That's all I got for right now. Not much, I know. But I've got a real headknocker for you to check out soon. I'm trying to get it all right before I unfold it. It's about girls!

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Last night I got home from work and going out to dinner at about 8:25. My roomies were doing the usual, getting or being drunk. It was pathetic as usual. I didn't feel like being around that shit so I proceed to bounce.

My original plan was to go see some titties with my brother. When we got on the highway, we decided that titties were too expensive to look at. After several miles were wasted going nowhere, we decided to go see a friend of his. That's when I get the call...

Did I say call? Is it too late to pluralize that shit? No? Good! My phone for some inexplicable reason went into blow up mode. Anyone that had my number was appearantly dialing it!

Two of the calls were actually worth getting, the rest were all on some bullshit that I didn't want to hear. Anyhoo, I quickly lost the mood to be outgoing, so I drove myself home. More of the same shit was going on when I got there, so I bounced again. This time I just didn't go as far. Good thing.

I went to my son's grandmother's house. She lives just down the street. I sat there for a while and enjoyed some good conversation. At about 1:00 or so I decided it was time to leave. I went home. No noise! No car either! I can't believe this shit!

I'm the only person in the house with a valid license. Seeing as there was no car in the driveway, someone is riding dirty! Damned dirty. Not only is there no license on the person driving, the car is also unregistered and uninsured. Not only that, my roomie has a vehicular manslaughter charge on her record, and her girlfriend has never had a license. WTF? Can you feel me?

Refusing to get mad about the situation I decided to go to bed. As soon as I got my butt-nekkid on, my phone rings. Of course it's the roomie. Of course she's drunk. And what? Oh yeah, her girlfriend crashed the car! It turns out that the car slid through a corner and wound up on an embankment. The girls are safe, on the way home, and everything is all good.

The car got towed by the roomie's girlfriends' brother's friend. Free of charge he says. If there's any charge, don't worry about it, he's got it. When I called the today, the fee for the tow was $100.00 I asked roomie's girlfriend's brother when we could pick the car up. Whenever we do, we have to have him go with us. Why is this? Just give me the name of the place it's at, and I'll handle my business. Yeah, right!

There is one good thing that happened. When I got to work, the coil-overs I bought (specifically to keep the car from sliding in corners mind you) came in!

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I know I've been a little on the down side lately. Not that I don't have my reasons, but I shouldn't dump on you guys that much. Who wants to read a blog that's all depressing and shit? Not me! So, today I have good news.

Back in September I applied for a job with my local police station. Don't worry, I have no intention of being a cop. I do have a criminal underworld to control! I applied for dispatch. I don't know if I've got the job. There's a couple tests I have to take before they make a decision. But who cares? I got this far! I've been chasing this job for 2 years!

After all the crap I've been through in the past few months, this is the ray of sunshine I've been looking for.

I hope I get this. $17.00/hour to start. City benefits. Cute women in uniforms who have guns and know how to use them! The ability to run traffic lights with impunity! Well, maybe not the last thing, but I'm sure there's more perks.

I just know this has something to do with Adam calling me last night. Had he called me on the weekend, I wouldn't have thought anything about it. But he called me during the week out of nowhere! I love this man! I would carry his next child! Not in me. But if Adam had an armfull of groceries or something and needed help, I'd carry his child.

I can't give all the credit to Adam. Thanks to Pretty Rubble and Angie, and Rosie, and my ex internet girlfriend (who shall remain nameless), and my internet Baby Mama Shiira (i love my kidney bean). If I've forgotten anyone, it's totally by mistake. Rest assured, I love you all.

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P.S. Hetzie has put down the most serious shit she's ever written in my opinion. Please read that shit!

Today was nuts. Business at the shop has been moving along pretty rapidly. Cars come in, cars go out. There's two techs. One lead, one apprentice. Then there's me. I answer the phones, schedule the appointments, deal with the customers, and have a great time doing it. The other guys CAN do what I do, but they prefer not to. Works out great for me.

The person who used to do my job before me (Mark) left one hell of an impression on some of our customers. I can't say that it was all bad, but it definately wasn't all good. It appears that he made some promises he couldn't keep, or shouldn't have made in the first place. Who's fielding all the calls and dealing with the disgruntled customers? You guessed it. Yours truly.

Anyhoo, today was unlike any day I've ever seen here. A customer called on the phone to inquire about a product he bought but hadn't recieved yet. For whatever reason, he wanted to talk to Jay. I usually either block this from happening, or at least get enough information from the customer so Jay isn't blindsided by what they have to say. He must have had a prepaid phone or something, because instead of waiting for Jay to answer the phone, he just showed up. You know, minutes cost money!

Off the rip, the dude was heated. He was pissed off about something, and began being very combative. With me that is! Words were exchanged, tempers got hot. Then it happened. He asked me to go outside! Are you kidding me? It was at this very moment that I realized something. I was afraid. I was afraid that if I went outside, I would really hurt this man. He looked like he weighed about 110 with rocks in his pocket, while wearing boots. I would/could have crushed his old ass. With my hands shaking from the oncoming adrenaline rush, I managed to stay behind the counter and remain calm.

What happened to me. Several years ago, it would have taken a lot less than that for me to commence beating his ass. Am I losing it? Have I lost it? Did I ever even have it? What the hell is IT?

OH well, one more thing on top of a whole pile of shit.

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Today I definately did something universally stupid. I drove to the Connecticut Women's Prison in Niantic. I went with good intentions, but as I like to say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

My roomate, Big Gay Jessie's girlfriend (the wifey) was getting released today. Seeing as Jessie's truck isn't road worthy yet, she asked me to bring her. So I did. Here's where the stupid part comes in. I drove to a state prison in a car that is neither registered or insured. What the fuck was I thinking? Did I mention it's like an hour trip? Did I also mention that we pass about 3 state trooper's barracks on the way? I didn't think so.

I got away with it, but that isn't the point. It wasn't my risk to take. I've got no nickle in that dime. It wasn't my responsibility to arrange for transportation for a person I'd never even met before!

I'll do anything for my friends. Unfortunately, this friend knew it. I'm falling deeper and deeper into this ghetto lifestyle. I'm doing things that I know aren't right and that could get me into some serious trouble, but I can't seem to stop. It's as if taking risks has become my drug of choice. Every risk has to be bigger and or more dangerous. I know I have to stop, but I think I have to get out of where I am to do it.

GOD, help me please. I rarely look to you for anything, but this time I think you're the only one who can help. Anyone with a good relationship with GOD, feel free to lend whatever prayers or support you can.

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