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.

Fisk: Out!

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.

Fisk: Out

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.

Fisk: OUT

I haven't posted in a while because I have way too much to say. As a person who likes to write, this should be a good thing. For me it's not. I don't want to spend too much time on any one topic and make the others seem less significant. So instead, for the first time in He-Man Woman Haters history, you're going to get the Cliff's Notes version of what's been going on in my life. In no particular order, here it is:

My internet girlfriend has left me. It was bound to happen. What we had was good. I'm sort of sad that it may be over, but I wish her all the best. But just in case I'm jumping the gun and it's not over, disregard this sentence.

I haven't talked to Kristen in what seems like months. Again no reason. I thought I was falling in love with her, now I'm not sure. I do know this. You can't compete with a bewborn for a woman's affections. Don't even try it. Dayum that baby's cute!

I went nearly a whold month without talking to Ashley. Wow! Fearing that I may lose her friendship entirely if I don't talk to her, I may have to break my silence. There are reasons not to do so as well as reasons to do so. I'm very confused on this one.

I'm living in a hell hole. There is drama around me everyday. It's gotten to the point where it's beginning to affect my health. I don't know if I've developed irritable bowel syndrome or something, but my emotions are directly linked to my need to use the bathroom. I learned recently that farts aren't supposed to have lumps in them. You figure it out.

My alcoholic roomies are assholes! I could ptobably spend hours on this topic alone. I won't. One or both of them may be spending some quality time in prison. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Don't think that I don't love them. That's not the case. But when you gotta go, you gotta go.

I love my job. It may not be what I was born to do, but it feels good. A very good friend and I are living a dream that we had when we were younger. We're actually doing it. He owns and I help operate a local car audio shop. Along with our buddy Dave (who coincidently hasn't had any pussy in a long time) work together to make our surrounding towns a better place by adding music and hella bass to your ride.

I have more to say, but I have to go back to bed now. I woke up and had the urge to type this. If I didn't have to drive Big Gay Jessie (one of the roomies) to work for 3 in the morning I'd post more. But then you'd have nothing to look forward to except the lame shit I've been posting. Oh well, you can't please everyone. If you're one of the people who aren't pleased, go bugger yourself you bastard!

Rubble, Decorus, Angie, RE, Adam, NightBug, 7, Heather, Lucy... I love you all. You know why!

Fisk: Out!

Hetzie: Could have used you on this one. The tingling has spread to the second knuckle. I guess we better see about that paperwork soon...

Approximately fifty years ago
Under the direction of president Harry Truman
And in the interest of maximum security
A group of twelve top military scientific personnel were established
This groups primary objective
Was to desensitize us to the truth
And to suppress the material evidence that our planet is being visited
By a group of extraterrestrial biological entities called the grays
Tune in to channel zero

Yo sometimes the road to the truth is
So elusive its confusin
And reality becomes illusion
If I showed the masses where we was at or where we was goin
Id shatter the social status of the world as we know it.
Im talkin bout the grand deception
Of nineteen forty-seven
When our souls were sold to the heavens
For technologically advanced weapons
Crystal enhanced, brain implants and mind control methods
MJ-12 is not majestic
In the focal point of our promise on this planet is not domestic
You can accept it or be stupid and be a skeptic
Or fail to recognize the secret societys deathwish
Ninety-seven percent of our presidents were masons
Responsible for launderin trillions of dollars from the nation
For the construction of underground military installations
Abductions and cow mutilations
Experiments on human patients
Can take place in several subterrainean bases
A hundred and fifty stories below a basement
With knowledge of genetic information
You need to fear science not Satan
Cause through the manipulation of certain biological agents
They create strange creations
Top secret special operations
Low frequency sounds and lasers
People like call sayin they didnt believe in the drake equation
Were tryin to keep western civilization on the need-to-know basis
Well you need to know that this is a game
And we being betrayed and played in the worst way
Tune in to channel zero

Yo the holy scripts from Genesis 126
Says let us make man in our image under our likeness
First of all whos they?
You see if God was truly a single entity thats not what he would say
We as the L-Oheam
Gods and goddesses
Possess a marvelously monsterous subconscience
Lifeforms that speak in very high pitched sounds and squeaks
Shorts like hado clicks and beeps
A highly advanced form of speech
Even though to us it seems like they only chatterin they teeth
They used to swim deep in the oceans beneath
Till they fins transformed into limbs and they started to creep
Then they evolved into mammals with feet
And walked right from the shorelines onto the beach
They used gravity
Cuz this actually the only force around
They could slow time and the speed of light down
The energy grid network
Open the gateway from earth
To any point in the universe
Livin organisms and various
Geomagnetic gravitational
Phoenomal areas
Space expedition teams in the lunar regions
Reported seeing pyramids and tetrahedrons
Liquid filled shoes, is what they used
To walk across the moon without leavin a clue
Of where they been for the past twenty three billion years
Before life on the surface even appeared
I hope you become aware what Im spittin in ya ear
Was intended to stimulate your left brains hemisphere
I know it sounds weird
All these mothafuckin answers to questions to the grand deception
Tune in to channel zero