Back to the salt mines

Started work again today. Working nights as a Night Auditor. Kinda Redundant I know but hey jobs a job. Went in at 1 got paid till 3 but was out by 2. Took the tour got the insider info, mainly where the employees should go for number two's and how to sneak a Starbucks card out of the front desk so that you can flash at your friends to justify paying 4.50 for a hot glass of milk with beans in it. Biggest complaint with the job is the uniform. Black pants, Plaid Shirt, Printed Tie. For some reason, lookin stylish as a non-managerial position is not desirable. The management wears normals shirts and ties but not the common man. 10 bucks an hr training though so I cant complain.

Now currently the biggest worry is transportation. I don't own a car and am dependant on the kindness and more importantly lack of a social life of people around me, My parents get a date night and I cant use the car to get to work at 11 pm. Help is on the way. Barack has agreed to give every working American white male that was born in September and leaves in my house a free car so they can get to work or at least that's what sally from the local college said when she called to get me to vote. better then Mary-Ann who hung up after I simply asked how far she was willing to go to get that vote. My uncle has a 94 Buick regal I can get my hands on which is convenient since it use to be mine and the car has a history with me. And more closely related to this narrative, a history with kelli.

The car was originally my aforementioned uncles until he sold it to my dad for the princely sum of 400 American in 2003 for my sister to drive the 5 hrs over the bridge and thru the woods to college. She did so until Dec 2006 when she dropped out for unknown reasons. Seriously Ive never met Mr. Daniel's personally though I'm kinda close to his middle son jack. I without a whip so it became mine for the time. After the summer it was resold to my uncle for his oldest daughter to drive upon her fast approaching 16th birthday. Luckily she hates the cars more lovable character traits. women...They just don't understand the bond between man and machine.

Whats the main event of Senior year? For me it was making an excuse to poke a girl in the boobs at a party which turned into a straight up feel up. mmmm boobies. until prom night that is. I needed a date and wasn't exactly the best man with the ladies. Kelli was a friendly friend and more importantly willing to say yes which she did. Even going so far as to promise a BJ in my yearbook. The big night arrived and we went. She looked lovely, in fact I don't know of any night she looked hotter. Well technically not true, there is the locked album of scankerrific photos she left up one time, but you know. Dinner was ocean front. She passed me her bra under the table midway thru the appetizers. Those things are itchy so it wasn't the green light to meet in the bathroom but still a good sign. We arrived fashionably late to the dance portion. 3 full minutes after the door opened. We danced, took pictures, drank non-spiked punch and pretended we could taste the bitterness of purloined alcohol that some well wisher surly would have put in it. Afterwards we went to the beach with friends and made out under the stars after they had all left. I consider that the best night of my life in retrospect. After all what more could a man want? A beautiful girl in his arms and sea spread before under a full moon. Afterward we went to a party, which I left her at in order to make curfew by 4 am.

As I was leaving the party, She asked me what the night had meant. You know are we still just friends or is this the start of something more. I walked back upstairs to where she stood, put my arms around her and just before our lips met said " Its something more I'm sure of it". Turns out it wasn't. Monday we went to the movies and we were back to being friends but way more then friends. we were besties that could depend on each other for anything.

The car matters because every time I settle into the drivers seat i think back to the smile on my face as I drove home after that brief moment of pure happiness. Hopefully, The feelings will still be there if i get the car back. If you cant have the girls of your dreams ten do everything possible to dream. And oh yeah I can not be a bum borrowing my parents car and be independent and not be as big a loser. The end.

Now the first question you must have is what could the problem possibly be. I have a lifelong friend who lets me play with her fun parts occasionally and nice little story to tell about my senior prom. The problem would come letter courtesy of the baddest mother fucker Ive ever met...Uncle Sam. He would lay the foundation of my downfall with a simple cliche line and may be responsible for my fall from glory in some small way.

But Ive got a pack of cigarettes that wont smoke itself, a bottle of scotch that wont drink itself, and a hand that wont fuck itself. So i gotta bounce for now to handle these less urgent but still pressing problems.

Tune in soon for

How kelli became the love of my life

A small update on my current life and maybe a political rant so ill pop up on google when they search blog sites for dumb ass thoughts to show the thoughts of the common man

Tips on keeping your garden looking fresh thru the winter months ahead