a reason
Posted: March 10th, 2005, 7:13 pm
Metros make me sick. I sit on them and look at the people, and early in the morning they annoy me--to no end with their “slow walking” and “admiring life.” Bastards! I don’t like the idea of all the germs there either.
I get in to work and get chewed out for being rude to people on the phone (my job is telemarketing) the boss says I belittle the customers, which is true, but if they had a half a brain I would not be. I told one women once:
-we are going to block the fraudulent companies from getting to your account by using the “grab-the-freedom systems.” See miss they can steal from your account using the “Main Grig,” that “grig” controls the bank’s data base. You understand right?
-oh yes the grig, oh yha. What did you want? My account number?
-yes miss Hardwhiper.
I am really quite an evil guy really. The sad thing is that I want to be an artist, not a con artist, and I am a con artist, but not a very good one. I can’t draw, so I ain’t going to be no painter, or cartoonist. I am not that amusing after a while, ask my girl friend, so I can’t be anyone’s muse. Shit man all I can really be is a writer, that is all that is left, and if you are a writer no one expects you to have money, and they don’t think you will be anything less than a drunk. Since no one will read a short story in a bar (I have tried to get some one to) you need no proof. It is:
-you’re a writer? I hope your not writing about this.—ha ha buddy never heard that one.
I get in to work and get chewed out for being rude to people on the phone (my job is telemarketing) the boss says I belittle the customers, which is true, but if they had a half a brain I would not be. I told one women once:
-we are going to block the fraudulent companies from getting to your account by using the “grab-the-freedom systems.” See miss they can steal from your account using the “Main Grig,” that “grig” controls the bank’s data base. You understand right?
-oh yes the grig, oh yha. What did you want? My account number?
-yes miss Hardwhiper.
I am really quite an evil guy really. The sad thing is that I want to be an artist, not a con artist, and I am a con artist, but not a very good one. I can’t draw, so I ain’t going to be no painter, or cartoonist. I am not that amusing after a while, ask my girl friend, so I can’t be anyone’s muse. Shit man all I can really be is a writer, that is all that is left, and if you are a writer no one expects you to have money, and they don’t think you will be anything less than a drunk. Since no one will read a short story in a bar (I have tried to get some one to) you need no proof. It is:
-you’re a writer? I hope your not writing about this.—ha ha buddy never heard that one.