02 April, 2013
As I drove the boring ass stretch of I 80 back from Chicago 2 months ago, I made a realization: the panhandlers are all the same, be it in Cleveland, Chicago or any other frigid region of the country. All the lunatics you find in the public transit system are all the same.
An open letter to all you pandhandlers out there: you shitheads all have a pathetic (and probably made up) sob story. But, motherfucker, mines better (haha). The difference between the two of us? I don't share mine! No, I do not give a flying fuck about the policia busting down the door to your casa and taking your nest egg. No, I don't give a squirt of piss about how goddamn difficult your life is. Consider this: you could be living in Nicaragua in a pile of garbage eating shit every day and not having any clothes to wear. Do you assholes want my advice? Probably not, because all you're looking for is the way to the next whiskey bar.
As for all you lunatics, yes, you're all God. You're all high and mighty. You are multi-billionaires, not punks and you all have Rolls Royces. And you're riding public transportation. Sit down, be quiet and save yourselves the embarrassment (if you're capable). If not, I'll just write about you on a blog nobody reads.
Get a life (and a job might help too),
KB
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
02 April, 2013
Time sure flies when you're having fun, no pun intended (not an airplane joke) and then you realize you've neglected a bullshit blog that nobody reads and actually enjoys (other than those who feel sorry for me. And there could be lots of those kind of people out there that know me).
Ok, thoughts for the day: oh yeah; I'll write a letter to the first girl that has managed to actually make me feel emotion towards somebody of the opposite gender for the first time in over 5 years. Is it foolish and childish? Yes. And the problem is?
Oh and also, I would like to make an open letter to the world out there and to the my last would be employer: STOP TELLING ME ABOUT HOW I COME OFF TO OTHER PEOPLE; you're wasting your breath. Yes, I fully understand that I may come off as angry, bitter, hostile and sometimes downright, uh, out there. And the problem is? If people don't like me, they don't like me. Ok, so thank you for pointing out that driving a school bus was not going to be a good fit. I got a better job anyways. Chances are I would have probably gotten fired for sexual harassment anyways and here's how it likely would have gone down (in a make believe dialogue):
Adolescent with an attitude: "Mr. Bus Driver, SIR, why do I have to sit down?
KB: "It's for your own safety"
Adolescent with an attitude: "Oh, fuck you. You're gay, bus driver"
KB (with a heavy lisp and a slight hint of sarcasm): "Oh, stop. How'd you guess?!"
And somehow, that would have been a sexual harassment lawsuit, despite my being harassed first. Fucking world...
Tomorrow, I give the Coup De Gras to an old friend. It's on to bigger and better things
Thank you for feeling sorry for me,
KB
Ok, thoughts for the day: oh yeah; I'll write a letter to the first girl that has managed to actually make me feel emotion towards somebody of the opposite gender for the first time in over 5 years. Is it foolish and childish? Yes. And the problem is?
Oh and also, I would like to make an open letter to the world out there and to the my last would be employer: STOP TELLING ME ABOUT HOW I COME OFF TO OTHER PEOPLE; you're wasting your breath. Yes, I fully understand that I may come off as angry, bitter, hostile and sometimes downright, uh, out there. And the problem is? If people don't like me, they don't like me. Ok, so thank you for pointing out that driving a school bus was not going to be a good fit. I got a better job anyways. Chances are I would have probably gotten fired for sexual harassment anyways and here's how it likely would have gone down (in a make believe dialogue):
Adolescent with an attitude: "Mr. Bus Driver, SIR, why do I have to sit down?
KB: "It's for your own safety"
Adolescent with an attitude: "Oh, fuck you. You're gay, bus driver"
KB (with a heavy lisp and a slight hint of sarcasm): "Oh, stop. How'd you guess?!"
And somehow, that would have been a sexual harassment lawsuit, despite my being harassed first. Fucking world...
Tomorrow, I give the Coup De Gras to an old friend. It's on to bigger and better things
Thank you for feeling sorry for me,
KB
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