My little brother’s cat had four toes on one paw, six on the other. We called him Toes. It was raining cats and dogs when my oldest brother jumped into his Jeep, pulled away, ran over Toes’ head, kept on going. My little brother looked out the window and saw a bloody Toes running in circles. He let out a scream. My older brother and I ran to investigate. Toes head was shaped like a triangle. There was lots of blood. An eye was popping out. Toes never ran but was now running full speed in circles. Dave commanded, “Get the gun.” This meant I had to go into my parents’ closet and grab the .22 rifle we were forbidden to touch. I also had to go back three times to grab bullets as my brother kept missing. The third shot hit right in the brain. The poor pussycat started jumping two feet in the air and wouldn’t stop. “Get the shovel,” my brother yelled. A strong whack in the head finally did the trick. My little brother was traumatized for hours. We all were.
I’ve worked over forty-nine jobs in the Frederick County area. That’s given me a wide range of work experiences, especially how to quit and how to get fired. I now command salaries of up to nine dollars an hour.
At my last job, my boss, Jena, a rather attractive woman asked me to please get to work. I winked at her and said, “Jena, there is nothing wrong with getting a little behind.”
That was my last day there.
I have sales experience in jewelry, real estate, fire alarms, frozen steaks, furniture, and marijuana. None of these jobs was lucrative, but selling marijuana helped me to get laid once.
One of my qualities is that I take jobs that require mindless labor and no responsibility, and focus on getting to know my co-workers. On the clock, I’m a real people person.
My main requirement now is that I work with women. My motto has always been: Work hard, play hard, but don’t play hard to get. I’ve always appreciated promiscuous female co-workers–without them, I wouldn’t have had nearly as much sex on the job.
I’m currently seeking employment as a Mystery Shopper inside dialysis clinics. Keeping a close eye on nurses comes naturally to me.
When I look back at my past, I can see that my future has to be better. It can’t be any worse. It is always darkest just before the light.
My mother grew up in New York City never learning how to drive a car before she left. When she moved to Frederick, MD for college, she fell in love with the country life. She loved gardening and flowers. Her gardens were quite unorganized and messy compared with my father’s orderly rows of onions and cantaloupe.
When the daffodils came in, she would send my niece off with scissors and a grocery bag to gather them from the neighbor’s lane. I remember walking in the kitchen and the table covered with mounds of daffodils. My mother would put vases of these flowers all over the house. She was as reliable as crocuses in the spring.
I google things every day. My dog spends a lot of time licking his privates. Over an hour every day although I’ve not timed him. I google this to find out how to stop him. But, he has been doing this his entire lifetime and is now a senior. He keeps a good attitude. Always healthy and happy.
She liked to drink. She was a laugher. I liked her hair. We talked for hours. I walked her home. She was staying at the shelter for abused women. We kissed.
I looked back through my blog posts from several years ago and realized a few things:
- “But I can’t complain” is not something I’ve ever said. I complain a lot. I am the Complainer-in-Chief.
- I used to eat a lot more fast food than I do now.
- I still smoke marijuana, but now I might qualify for a legal prescription.
Louie was my mother’s dog. When she died, Louie became my father’s dog. When Bob, my dad, went into assisted living, Louie became my dog. Every Tuesday I take Louie to see my dad. I also might take a couple chocolate éclairs.
You just have to enjoy life. My dad doesn’t say much. He can still devour an éclair very quickly.