5 am. Back to sleep. Fuck. 6 am. Back to sleep. Fuck. 6:15 am: Fuck. 6:30 am: Fuck. 6:45am: Fuck. 7 am: Fuck. I’ll start by saying that 7 in the morning is a strange time in the day for a person recently unemployed. Work at the Call Center begins at 8. I’m buried alive [...]
As I write this there is a new poster on my wall. It says Special Breakfast, 2 eggs with Ham, Bacon or Sausage. It used to be in the window of my favorite restaurant. Now it’s my last reminder of the best and worst times of my life. The Spartan Restaurant closed its doors for [...]
Lower Than You Can Go: There are legitimate call centers and there are also scam call centers. I have worked at both. While legitimate call centers make you into a robot, scam call centers make you feel like the worst piece of shit the universe ever crapped out. My job at XXXXX Credit Solutions can [...]
The Cycle: I staggered down the street towards the walk in clinic. People stared at me wondering if Macauly Culkin had finally taken that fatal line of coke. I looked like I was having an aneurysm or a very painful shit in a very public place. I pushed open the glass doors, stumbled past the [...]
A beautiful girl smiles in Auschwitz. No one bothers her. No one has bothered her since the day she emerged from the showers wearing this same joyful smile. It seems that nothing can affect her happiness. There is nothing more contemptible than falling in love. Over the gates of hell, I wrote: “Love Made Me.” [...]
“It all’s my fault,” I say. The boy will not stop screaming. His fingernails scratch at the six inches of water, trying to tear the eyes out of his reflection. In a dark cave, away from the devastation, I am torturing the boy who was supposed to save the world. “You’re going to have to [...]
It’s unfortunate that masturbation is so focused on self indulgent pleasure rather than something more altruistic. I wish we could masturbate for world peace, for upswings in our dying economy, for starving people receiving a nice hot meal, for culture that blossoms despite Harper being a prick, masturbate out of sheer love of the opera [...]
In the Colony of Losers, it’s not that we lack the potential to succeed; it’s just that we haven’t yet. The Colony of Losers isn’t a prison, it’s a fraternity that every single man, woman and child will pass through in their lives. Your parents were losers before they succeeded enough to only be vaguely dissatisfied with their lot in life. Bill Gates was one of us, whacking off in the bathroom to that teacher he gave an apple to that didn’t give him the time of day.