F them.
"Since being unfairly discharged from my former employer my memory of all that shit fails me."
Nah.
This is what I missed of the job.
Driving full blast to catch up.
Seeing the guys eyes become dinner plates after he walked out of the bathroom, knowing I had him, he was the dude, and he knew he was fucked.
Little did he know that as he obeyed my commands my adrenaline was dropping just as fast as his was rising.
Do you know how fucking boring it is what I do now though I have a lot of appreciation for where I am. My sould dies a little every day.
I need to get the kids out of school escape this state and continue my plan hoping the 401ks provide for some of what I had planned financially.
Truth be told I dont think any of us are getting beyond this without a lot more pain.
As an aside.........
My son just called telling me he has a fishing hook in the arm past the barb.
I told him he has these options.
1. The best would be to push it past the barb and cut the shaft pulling the rest through
2. Put a band aid on it and bring it home for me to play surgeon
3. Pull it out the way it went in tearing out some good flesh
4. Let his friend Jacoby that has a lot of fishing experience handle it.
5. I can come out and take care of it but once done you are coming home with me.
Actually I told him there is a sixth option he can call his mother and there will be an ambulance and full fire truck turnout response there in about 3 minutes and he can tell me about when he comes home from the emergency room.
Something tells me my future is going to be "that guy" at Myrtle Beach or Naples with the Boston accent, red face, talking to the washed up leathered divorcees telling them how I used to be somebody.