good morning! man, i’m never up this early. i mean, you either gotta point a gun at me or leave a kids show blaring in my ear (as was the case this morning) to get me outta bed by 9. my girlfriend and my daughter took off to her brothers house, and she took my lighter and all my cigarrettes but four. i mean, i know heart disease runs in my family, and i shouldn’t smoke, but i gave up all the other stuff a long time ago, and there are some things a man can’t part with. 1) my kid, 2) my smokes, 3) my bass. and books. i have to be able to read. but as i already said, the bass is in the pawn shop, only got 3 cheap cigarrettes, still got the most important thing, though, but she’s at her uncle’s for the day. i gotta drop my college classes, today, and that is a bummer. guess i’ll hit the books in the spring, unless i’m dead, or in some kind of concentration camp by then. after i drop my classes, i’m gonna go to work and go to work and call and but the shit outta people till 9. hey, at least you can hang up on me. i’m all for getting rid of the telemarketing thing, even though it would leave me flipping burgers. i really do think there should be a day where us telemarketers can actually yell and act nuts like people do to us. just one day. that would be fun. hey, i’ve been cussed out by a telemarketer before, from one of those over-seas companies. it was actually funny. i couldn’t believe the guy said it. it just started laughing. anyone else who is up right now, you have to be nuts. unless you didn’t go to bed yet.
oh yeah, i was gonna tell you people about west virginia. it’s not as bad as you think, well i guess it depends on where you go. i’ve been through some back-woods spots, where you’ve got houses made out of… anything. i mean it’s like someone was just passing through, on their way to somewhere, and their car broke down, and they were so far from anything, they just set up the car, along with whatever they could find, and set up shop and now the next genertion lives there. i mean it’s like someone backed the truck up, attached it to a rest stop, added some bits of metal and insulation, and boom. home sweet home, running water and all. i’ve lived in other states, but somehow i always end up back here. it’s not bad. nice woods, rivers, stuff like that. chemical plants. and no jobs. the worst thing is the rednecks and meth heads. meth is like the state….. i dunno. i can’t stand the stuff, and when you get surrounded by meth-heads on four wheelers, with shot-guns, well there’s nothing else quite like it. once i get some sort of coffee in me i’ll be semi-coherent, so just hang in there.