Over-Head |
01-13-2011 04:00 PM |
I do and have done (kept a jurnal) since grade 6 when our teacher made it a Term project.
Amazing how I can go back 12-15years (in my trucking career) and see things like
*actuall excerpt from my jurnal*
Jan 13 - 1997
Here we go, I walk in Xxxxxx says the Boss man wants me in Dispatch.
Yeah him and his fat **** brother were sitting there with a smile on thier face, and a bag of 250 pills on the desk. (someones aboiut to get mighty busy this week..GUESS WHO????
Funny how they "need me to do an overnighter to Dallas that teh company man ****ed up, yet last week left me hanging in Cali.
Called the wife to tell her I was on my way back out which led to another screaming match, thank **** I hate children...I can't imagine how much worse it could be with that woman if kids were involved..
Between her and my old man, the amount i'm snorting and drinking, I'm hoping I can finally just be dead this year and get it over with already. I'm living a nightmare of a life I want to stop, I try, but no one seems to want to let me. The drugs and booze seem to be my only friends in life these days. Dad will be the first to ream me a new asshole for popping pills, but sure as **** don't mind the revenue 3 rounders a week Toronto to Dallas brings in.
To things like
Jan `13- 2011
Snow day today....me and the Mrs went out and made a snoiwman with the lil guy, during a lul in teh weather.
Its days like this that help me escape teh bitterness of my past, and think about how lucky I am...I mean hell , just 10 years ago I'd have been looking for a fix on my day off, not a snow shovel and mitten to go play with my son
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