Why does it seem like God enjoys shitting in my living room? My life is a country song, if I had a dog it would be dead. I had some bullshit landlord quit paying his morgage and I got evicted, and they destroyed most of what I own. What wasn't ruined was stolen. Some dick stole my reptiles. Who does that? Your down on your luck so I'm going to take your shit.
It wasn't just the neighbors taking stuff. The sherrifs dept took thousands of $ worth of ammo. I'm real big on ww2 and military shit. I had a 75mm Sherman tank round, lots of vintage ww2 shells grenades and what not. Shit I've been collecting for 20 years. And I had ammo for my guns. They confiscated all of it and only returned the guns. They dont return ammo.
Ok suck it up and put some shit in storage and look forward to getting away from my problems at the monster bash. Saw some friends, had hot girls on my car and got pretty fucked up. That is a productive Sunday afternoon in my book.
Monster bash is over life sucks but I have my Corvette. I was honestly thinking at least I have the vette, it makes me happier than anything else I have. AC, tunes and I can got hit a curvy road or the drag races anytime to get away from it all. Wind it up to 140 or so and a smile will just appear out of nowhere. I should have known better than to look happy because cosmic forces conspired to fuck that up. Some shit head took the nose off of it this morning on the way to work. What the fuck? And I still had to go to work, not even a day off out of it. All I need now is cancer and life will be complete. rant over....
It wasn't just the neighbors taking stuff. The sherrifs dept took thousands of $ worth of ammo. I'm real big on ww2 and military shit. I had a 75mm Sherman tank round, lots of vintage ww2 shells grenades and what not. Shit I've been collecting for 20 years. And I had ammo for my guns. They confiscated all of it and only returned the guns. They dont return ammo.
Ok suck it up and put some shit in storage and look forward to getting away from my problems at the monster bash. Saw some friends, had hot girls on my car and got pretty fucked up. That is a productive Sunday afternoon in my book.
Monster bash is over life sucks but I have my Corvette. I was honestly thinking at least I have the vette, it makes me happier than anything else I have. AC, tunes and I can got hit a curvy road or the drag races anytime to get away from it all. Wind it up to 140 or so and a smile will just appear out of nowhere. I should have known better than to look happy because cosmic forces conspired to fuck that up. Some shit head took the nose off of it this morning on the way to work. What the fuck? And I still had to go to work, not even a day off out of it. All I need now is cancer and life will be complete. rant over....
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