Off my chest
I wanna know why it is that I make the money, but I never get to spend any of it on myself?
Satan(my older brother), makes much more than I do, but he's been out of work because of that stupid car accident and he doesn't get paid until he goes back to work, or the case is settled, and with the stress of him & his girl buying and moving into a new house, his funds have been depleted, so he finally got tired of being broke and borrowing from me, so he decided to go back to work today. Weight one lifted off my shoulders... and hand one outta my pockets.
Jackass(my eldest brother), still "borrows" insane amounts of money from me and I take care of his 9 yr old daughter and pay on his extremely substantial debut, finally gets a muthafuckin' job! His girl is still dumb & crazy as all outdoors and something is seriously wrong with her son... the boy just ain't right. Anyhow, the stress that Jackass applies to my life is daily and as far as I can see, everlasting. Weight that has secured itself firmly on my shoulders and put both hands in my pockets.
I haven't been able to go off on one of my "quests" in quite a few months now. I like just being able to get up and go whenever the hell I felt like it. If I felt like being in Atlanta one weekend, I was in Atlanta that weekend. That freedom has been taken from me. I feel like I'm in jail, under 24hr surveillence. That's the main reason that I absolutely refuse to get a cellphone. I hate feeling that I can be reached at the whim of someone else. Cellphones are like lo-jacks and I'll have no part of them. I miss the feeling I got from simply being lost.
I did manage to goto the hotel party this past Friday at the Belvedere. It's amazing the level of forgetfulness you can achieve with hella T&A in your face all fuckin' night! I need more of that... Yeah, most def, more of that.
Satan(my older brother), makes much more than I do, but he's been out of work because of that stupid car accident and he doesn't get paid until he goes back to work, or the case is settled, and with the stress of him & his girl buying and moving into a new house, his funds have been depleted, so he finally got tired of being broke and borrowing from me, so he decided to go back to work today. Weight one lifted off my shoulders... and hand one outta my pockets.
Jackass(my eldest brother), still "borrows" insane amounts of money from me and I take care of his 9 yr old daughter and pay on his extremely substantial debut, finally gets a muthafuckin' job! His girl is still dumb & crazy as all outdoors and something is seriously wrong with her son... the boy just ain't right. Anyhow, the stress that Jackass applies to my life is daily and as far as I can see, everlasting. Weight that has secured itself firmly on my shoulders and put both hands in my pockets.
I haven't been able to go off on one of my "quests" in quite a few months now. I like just being able to get up and go whenever the hell I felt like it. If I felt like being in Atlanta one weekend, I was in Atlanta that weekend. That freedom has been taken from me. I feel like I'm in jail, under 24hr surveillence. That's the main reason that I absolutely refuse to get a cellphone. I hate feeling that I can be reached at the whim of someone else. Cellphones are like lo-jacks and I'll have no part of them. I miss the feeling I got from simply being lost.
I did manage to goto the hotel party this past Friday at the Belvedere. It's amazing the level of forgetfulness you can achieve with hella T&A in your face all fuckin' night! I need more of that... Yeah, most def, more of that.