June 5th, 2003


civil service.

I went to the DMV the other day to get a TX drivers license. Luckily there's one on the island, and there were 5 people there. It was arcadia. Unfortunately, though, I found out that I needed to get my truck inspected in Texas first, and then go to the courthouse for something ( forgot what) first. And I lost my Social Security card, so that's going to be a problem. All this so I don't have to drive to Lake Charles for my motorcycle test.

(no subject)

I went to the grocery store yesterday and as I was putting the bags into the bed of my truck I found that someone had left me a gift.

It was a used disposable diaper. Someone had dropped their kid's fucking shitbag into my truck. It was sopping wet, so I have to assume that they did it before the morning rain, sometime Monday. I had to pick the goddamned thing up with my hands and put it in the trash.

I don't understand why my truck has become both a yard sale and a garbage can for the people who live in the projects behind my house. I just know that if I ever find out who did it, I'm going to light them on fire with gasoline and watch them die. And then I'm going to steal their child and raise it to spit on his mother's grave and hate everything about poor people, just to appease my schadenfreude.