monday

struggling to keep your eyes open after having a shot of H for lunch is my chief preoccupation at the moment - the guy giving us the "sermon" here at the unemployment office (which is mandatory if I wanna keep getting those checks) drones on in a voice that could cure withdrawal insomnia. I really do not give a rats ass about 'improving my interview techniques' because they never send me on any jobs that will hire me anyway and the ones that will hire me don't really need to interview someone to wash fucking dishes or mop floors. What I really need to do is find some cash, and get some dope, or find another connect, now that would be the cats me-ass right now. I really do not think of too much else besides money, dope, cigs, and my old car. My aunt let's me live in a small house on her property in exchange for me running off hunters, trash dumpers, wood and pecan thieves (in season which is right about now)so things could be worse and let me tell you they have been. More on all that later I hope.