I am jacking around trying to get this software up so I can maybe sell some shirts. Poor Fred is moving around slow. My brother was stupid enough to buy a house with a woman out in the suburbs..now he is FORKED like in a chess game. Everything that will break, is gonna break. I read quotes by Charles Bukowski..who went through his whole life drunk. Not to say that Bukowski did not write great stuff- he was great. But I need a plumber more! I admire a great auto mechanic almost the most in this world.
How can people do that..go through life drunk, or on drugs? Bukowski did, I cannot believe how long he lived with the way he abused himself. So much stuff is always broken, every day something is busted and needs to be fixed. Myself, I try prayin’.. just KEEP ON praying!
I watch my damn car all night.. I watch my wallet too. I love the way Odell used to put it: “never let ANYONE into your crib.”
Then there are the health problems. Poor Fred walking around, he is having a hard time now I feel sorry for him. He really ain’t that bad. They squabble over at the building next door..”you’ a nothin’ bum who is always broke, and I want my money!”
As far was women being nice.. well I wouldn’t agree with that statement. Want to have a child? Invest in a test tube. The world just rocks, this way and that, and I can never quite figure it out. First, I will feel sorry for that “poor little woman”.. but then, they are little shits. They’re like these spiders.
I like people, even love them, but I don’t want them near me. Their egos, their feelings are hurt, they’ve got a an axe to grind. They come to YOU and want YOU to make up for some deficiency they have experienced. They DO get fucked over, but as John Lennon said: “what the hell am I supposed to do?”