Roundabout

Every once in a great while just when you think things are a-clickin' life has this crazy way of going full throttle and hitting you hard core with a roundabout.

Diseased
I have been sick for the past few months fucking sinus bullshit. I had surgery on it over a year and a half ago but it never healed correctly and I have been going down hill pretty fast. So basically if I am not in excruciating pain then I can try to be happy nad just wait for the next painful day or two to come a knocking on my door. Seems to me that with my big Irish schnauze I wouldnt have to hard a time trying to breathe.. Ha!... Trying breaking that big bastard 3 times and see how it fucks up your oxygen intake. Went to the Doc today looks like surgery by the end of a month. Yay! off work no pay and terrible pain to boot who could ask for more?

She's a Loser
Had me kids, as usual, on my days off and for some unknown reason my Ex-wife shows up and starts cleaning my fucking house! I think to myself about how fucked up I am feeling so I ignore her and let her clean. Shit it is free and I don't really have to chat her up ya know? She actually did a good job and left me well enough alone. The problem lies with the fact that it got late into the night and she wouldn't leave. So being the type of person that could give a fuck less I went to bed. I figured she would leave and that would be that. Imagine my surprise when I find her in my bed with me the next morning! What the fuck!?! I get up wigging out to no end and get on the telly with my girl and for some crazy fucking reason I am feeling guilty and am telling her how fucked up this isall is and I am thinking Oh Damn I am gonna be in some deep shit! In all truth my girl knows how much I love her and she was pretty cool. She coulda really kicked my ass but she listened and asked What the Fuck? We kept talking and I made sure I was talking loud and clear so the evil demon woman that was fouling my bed with her demon posessed ways would hear what I was saying.

Abruptly my bedroom door swings open and my Ex cavorts on out (yes she was fully clothed during the time she was in my bed and the time she entered the living room) I take the opportunity to go back into my bedroom lay upon my bed and finish my convo. Heh! Bitch comes in my room and gives me the old evil eye and says, I guess I am gonna leave now... I so very badly wanted to ask her if she wanted a cookie but kept my mouth shut. Fuck man, she cleaned my hell hole ya know?

I am the Man! Not!
We had some really cool weather this summer and I am happy about it. A white bastard Irish doesnt do well in the Oklahoma sun ..well if he wants to turn a nice shade of pink and then undergo a metamorphisis and shed his dead, burnt skin for everyone then he can go out and play all fucking day long. I prefer the God Damn AC and the darkness of my abode.

I do not mow my lawn I never have and never will. Yes ... I know how to do it and yes I have mowed lawns as a kid. That all stopped when I moveed out of my parents place and did not have to do what they said anymore. I hire whoever wants to mow my lawn for 10 bucks. First come first serve motherfucker! I dont even care what it looks like as long as the shit is not too high and I have very few racing stripes. I dont have a green thumb and if I could my ground would be asphalt with a nice green tint. On this one particular day a couple weeks back thekid mows my lawn, he leaves, and my AC is blowing hot. OMG! where is that little bastard? I don't have the money to pay the exorbitant rape-assed charges that heat and air guys decide to call fair pricing! So what does ole' Seek do? He tries to live in the heat for 2 days and sweats his ass off.

Time to be a handyman Fuck it all to hell!

I shut off the power to the unit outside and start taking the thing apart. I realize I have never done this before and am having all kinds of problems. I take the top grate off and the fucking fan is attached to it and the fucker does not move but a couple inches upwards... Ah Ha! I see there is a little tube of metal protecting the wires. I move it over and slide it up some more almost to a 90 degree angle (this is where the fun begins). I stand there trying to figure out where the fuck the problem lies with my AC and why the hell it is not kicking in when I see so many sparks flying I think I am in the movie Flashdance! I am dancing around trying to let go of that metal son of a bitch and my hand is having a problem letting go as 220v start talking to me! Finally I let go arm numb pissed off and just turn every fucking breaker off! Now it is a power struggle man against machine and I come out triumphant with cold air once again circulating through my home.

The End of the Road
For about a year of my life I played an online game called 'mafia'. I played until I was a top dog always fucking up peoples plans raising armies of hitmen and taking out leaders. I trained new people how to be killers, or swindlers. It is considered an unbeatable game one that you just try to have fun with and see how far you can get.... I was too much of a threat and my students became the power houses I taugh them to be. So many of them got their own crews. I felt my job had been accomplished and my days were through. I quit playing and moved onto blogging.

Every now and then some buddies would pop in and say hello or bitch at me for leaving or begging me to come back so that I could cause the mayhem I was so fond of. I even did a couple of times, but really had no heart for it anymore. Well... last night I got word from a bro I haven't talked to in quite a long time... It seems that one of the guys I met when I first started playing died. He went by the name Wanderer and I knew he had some sort of sickness that afflicted him but he and I chose never to really talk about it. I could sense in him that the game was his escape from from the pain the real world gave him and so I did my best to put him to work where I could and let him have more fun playing and leading those he never would in the real world than he could have ever imagined. He took the game very seriously and we had our arguments, but it always ended well. Just yesterday I had thought about him after my couple months of being away and was thinking of looking his sorry ass up. I guess it doesnt really matter now though.

To Wanderer~ Where ever you may be now my lil bro.. I know you are away from the pain that bound you here in this life. Part of me wishes i had asked your real name and more about you, but then a part of me doesnt care to know. You were my compadre in our other world. Our world of crime. It was good to share Omerta with you and that your word was always strong. You are in a better place, and can no longer be named as you are. You have gone home, and I hope you have a warm seat by your fire waiting for me.... when it is my time as well.
Who ever says that online friendships/relationships are fake I'll tell them to Fuck off! You are always gonna be my little bro, just like you were in mafia. Fare the well until we meet again..

P.S. Dont drink all the wine you bogartin' bastard! ;)