When I think that life can’t get any worse, it always
does. Just when we are at the point of no return,
something comes along that makes us so mad that we just laugh in insanity. I’m not far off. Okay, we’ll start with the
end of last year and work to the present.
1. Last November, my woman broke up with me that I
was madly in love with. Well, that sort
of thing happens to all of us, so I kicked me self in the backside and got back
to business.
2. Wasn’t given the chance to go study overseas,
like I should have been given. My family
is worth…. Well, let’s just say that
what it would have cost them to send me to London for six months would’ve been
chunk change. (Not every American is
rich though. There are a bunch of people
that are starving in states like West Virginia, New Orleans, and Mississippi.)
3. About two months ago, I met a lass that lit my
fires. Well, come to find out, she was a
bit looney, and when I tried to end it, she stalked me for a while; in fact,
she followed me home the other day, making sure that I wasn’t with another
girl.
4. I met a new woman at the bistro that I frequent. She’s feisty, hot tempered, redheaded,
green-eyed, and covered in freckles – my kind of woman. I’ve been seeking her out for a while now,
but to no avail. She wouldn’t give me a
yes or no answer. Seated across from her
last night, she said, “I’m talking to someone else”. She wants to be my friend. She thinks I’m a nice young man, even though
I’m older than her. See, probably one
woman in a quarter million see’s me for what I am. The poet (not that I’m published or
anything, but I do know how to use words.) The writer that can make a woman blush without even trying. The rest of them…I don’t know what the fuck
they see! The redhead hasn’t witnessed the
Irish-American firecracker! I’m quiet
and serene most of the time, but look at me the wrong way on the wrong day, and
I’m liable to knock whatever unlucky bastard on his ear, and continue in a
fighting rage until somebody pulls me of the poor bastard. Mohammad Ali ain’t got
shit on me! I fly like a fuckin’
butterfly and sting like a bee
5. Today surpassed all other dreadful days. It started out horrible and ended on a low
note. I had a young lady come in to my
workplace and buy a part for her computer. About an hour later, she called and didn’t know how to install the part,
so I kindly told her to bring her PC to my work, and I’d install it for
her. So, she brought it, I install the
NIC (Network Interface Card) in the very old (We’re talking Windows 98 machine)
computer that was literally filled with dust, and sent her happily out the
door. A few hours later I received a
phone call, in which she began cursing and screaming into my ear. I pleaded with her to bring it back, and I’d
figure out what the problem was and fix it. An hour later, she returned with her husband, which slammed the PC down
on the counter and demanded that I fix the piece of shite. I almost snapped and dragged the little
fucker over the counter, so I could beat him senseless, but I didn’t. I smiled, like a dumbass, opened the cased,
re-seated the NIC, used a can of air to blow the pound of dust off the CPU, and
bam, it booted without any problems!
6. To add to my problems, I found out that two blogging
friends that I actually met in person are really asre heads I met
these blokes, while in the UK. I got the
distinct feeling that they weren’t being genuine towards me, but I shrugged it off
and came back to the states. It was only
after a I returned that I found out how faux they really were. When I meet people for the first time, I’m as
honest as possible. I wear my heart on
my shoulder and act like a gentleman most of the time. I kid around a lot about my times in the
Republic of Ireland, but I behaved as a gent should, when in another country. I try to think of it like being a guest at
someone else’s house. Do you ransack the
place or treat it with respect and gratitude. If you were to ransack someone’s home, would they invite you back? No!
7. In the years that I’ve been on this earth, I’ve
seen life, been
clinically dead on more occasions than I care to discuss, seen the other
side, had friends die in my arms, been loved, worshipped women, been shot at,
had a gun put to my head, been on the top of the food chain and on the bottom,
and make everyday seem easy to others, even though it’s not. Because of all of this trauma and drama that
I’ve been through in my short life, I try to tell you folks stuff that may help
you, but I swear I feel like I’m sure Jesus did, when he had just fed the five thousand
and then he fed four thousand,
yet the disciples didn’t remember feeding the five thousand and threw their
hands up in defeat. Occasionally, it doesn’t matter how much book
knowledge a person has, he or she can still be an idiot! I’m not religious, but I’ve studied the bible
from one end to the other. I come from two
religions, one of Catholicism and the other being Protestant. I guess I’m a heathen to either side. 
The Jefferson Davis that took shit from everybody is
gone. I’ve turned the other cheek too
many times to count! I’ve effing had
it! I’ll be back
with questions for God!
Believe me, I could go on for days, but I see no point in
ranting.
