The place that is the place of which I work gets it’s fair share of tweakers, drunks, and looneys. From the harmless to the bothersome, they come in and slink like no one is watching them. Most are and most have stories about them. There’s nothing you can do about them, but brush them off as something to talk about.

I’ve seen a few myself, just last month there was a looney outside pointing in directions rather rhythmically. As if he was directing traffic. The bell jingler from the salvation army was ignoring him rather deftly. I, on the other hand had to have a look at him and just watch as this bearded, Moses orchestrated silently, as if he were conducting everything in front of him. Directing the lady with her kids to stay as far away from him as possible.

One person at the place of my business saw a Crackhead peeing in the parking lot and another time a Drunkhead passed out in the loo and hit her head and bled all over the place. The Drunkhead lived as we all must of course.

I had a couple Methheads come in and dreamily talking about what I was doing and walk away, as if they were trying to be inconspicuous, which they were not to me.

Then again. I see these people. I make a note of them and put them into the library of my mind, for the dusty old man to retrieve it once in a while.

And so here we are. Payday, the day that makes going into a place where you pretend you’re everyone’s friend and everyone pretends you’re theirs. I’ve noticed that people who get paid more than I do really like to announce how I should be happy, “Because it’s Payday!”

REALLY? SHOULD I BE HAPPY I’M ONCE AGAIN ON THIS TIGHT ROPE WALK BETWEEN PAYING BILLS AND TRYING TO BUY SOMETHING THAT WOULD MAKE THIS TIRED EXISTENCE MEANINGFUL? HOW EVERY TWO WEEKS I HAVE TO TELL MYSELF TO SAVE THIS PAYCHECK. FOLLOWED BY SO MANY BILLS THAT THE ONLY THING I CAN REALLY AFFORD TO ESCAPE IS BOOZE. OH YEAH! I’M THRILLED OVER THE NICKEL AND DIME LIFE WHERE I KEEP THE NICKEL AND YOU STEAL THE DIME! OH THANK GOD IT’S PAYDAY! MAYBE I CAN AFFORD A CAN OF FOSTERS YOU PRICK!

But I digress. I have decided to stay away from booze so that I can actually have a fiver after these two weeks are over. And whenever I do this, after a solid month of booze everynight, I don’t want to do anything. If it’s not drinking, I don’t want it. it’s strange how my mind works, but I am spinning my tires in the mud today. All I want is that raspberry and cherry flavor in my Merlot!

That’s all, This is my contractually obligated post.

ps-I posted a open mic set on my patreon. It’s five bucks. Also I am thinking about doing an extra podcast in the middle of the week and only making it for patreon subscribers. Something to think about.

Here we are. The second post. How quick this time came. It’s like I posted the last post a minute ago and then I drank too much and passed out and here we are.

I’ve been burning through past episodes of Bill Burr’s Monday Morning Podcast. I’m not sure if I’m learning anything. But it’s been more rewarding than listening to WTF with Marc Maron Lately. I don’t know when I’ll return to WTF but I need an indefinite break from listening to how people made it. How they just managed to jump from obstacle to obstacle like a monkey in a tree and here I am not knowing how to get to step one. I tell you, it brings my Green Eyed Monster to light.

so that’s what I’m doing. See you tomorrow.