I figure, if Superman were around in today's world, some nut would try and sue him for doing what was right.
No matter how much you try to help people in this world, I am thoroughly convinced that they are not happy unless they are left alone to motor away on their little path to self-destruction.

Case in point. I'm driving home from work today, I pull along side this couple and I happen to notice that the passenger side door is not closed properly. I mean it is really ajar, it's rattling as they are in the fast lane of the freeway!
So I pull up to their side, I also notice that the passenger, an older gentleman, is leaning on the door...Now if they hit a bump, and he leans more on this door, its going to open. So I role down the window, no electric windows for ol' Wolfie...Good old fashion "Factory Air", and I honk the horn to get his attention.
He looks, I point to my door, then his, and mouth the words.."Your door is open!"
Of course this is all at a speed of 65 miles an hour.
They proceed to change lanes and get as far away from me as possible.

Now I was just trying to help. I remembered a story of a man, while returning from work, his wife having picked him up in the family van, was sleeping in the passenger seat, leaning against the door. The door was not closed properly and it opened, he fell out..Even though he had his seat belt on..He fell out, and was run over by following traffic!

Imagine that woman's horror.

I tried to help these people and they looked at me like I was nuts.

Sometimes, you attempt to assist people at work, open a door, help with a load of boxes...And they look at you like you just shot their dog. Have we come so far that we turn down a helping hand when offered?

People wonder where the heroes are, the people to do good deeds, they are in hiding...They're afraid of getting sued.

You know those little things that bug us every day...Traffic, relationships, people, bosses, coworkers, neighbors, smog, Hello kitty, the Smurfs...ya know..The Small stuff. Some days you just have say, now excuse the language here, "Fuck it!".

When you have to be at work by 8am, and you know you left your house with enough time to make the freeway, get through the morning rush, and take that route that your Coworker assured you was going to cut
fifteen minutes off your time but you're late because just then, that very day, every damn car that could get a flat. Smack into another car, or just stop in the middle lane and hold everything up, happens that morning.

Then you get to work late, and the first call of the day screams at you because they don't want to pay their fair share of their insurance...

Fuck it!

Then the boss, who says "You understand, I'm just doing my job.." Writes you up, with a smile...Cause you were late...

Fuck it!

you're Neighbors are pissed because your dog is barking like the Hound of the friggin Baskervilles, but they never catch that little bastard son of theirs who is taunting the animal, and you have, numerous times, letting him know that if you get your hands on him, his little ass is dog food...

Fuck it!

The bills are piling, there's not enough time in the day,
The job is shit, the boss is an ass,
traffic sucks
The drives a bitch
and life can be too

Fuck it!

could be worse...Could be raining.

fuck that too.

Well what do ya know...I didn't go to work today, sorry, woke up with a pounding sinus headache that wouldn't leave me for the better part of the day. So no, I didn't enjoy my unscheduled day off. Damn it!

Plus the day was totally miserable. Humid, muggy, HOT! Ugh!

Just Blah...


and my wrist still hurts, from falling out of bed Saturday....Don't know how the hell that happened. Just did.

What's next, get stuck in the elevator at work? Wouldn't doubt it.

It begs to be seen.

Another day in Hell....
I call that my work, why you ask? Well, mostly because its the first sound of the first name of my company...Other than that, I drive 40 miles, one way just to get crap from people I never have, and probably never will meet....Count yourself lucky folks. I have a bat in my car, and believe me, there are days when I feel like going down to the car and getting it out of the trunk!

I mean really, does it make you feel like a big man(or woman, I've been cursed out by both) to yell at some anonymous person on the other end of a phone line because a company screwed up your info? Trust me peppers, I work for the bastards, they screw me over every damn day...yellin' doesn't do it! You want to work on their nerves....Change insurances....hahahahaha!

Seriously, when someone says, " I'll try to help you" 9 times out of 10, it means " sorry folks, the bastards I work for don't give a rats ass!"
But there is that 1 time....When you'll get guys like me, who don't care about things like "average handle time", or how long you've been on hold with a doctors office or pharmacy...At least you're doing your damn job!

Try telling that to the Supes...They're worried about the bottom line...Worried about their asses is more like it..All they do is talk about private shit, try and get one to handle a customer related issue, is like trying to get a dog away from a plate of roast beef...aint gonna happen without losing some fingers. Know what I mean.

Really have to look into another line of work....

Well, it's been about a year since I started this. Damn, barely able to believe I stuck with it that long...Guess there's hope for the old boy yet.
I read some of your writings, your musings, your thoughts and essays...Some of you have some really insightful things to say. While others have some serious issues...But hell, who am I to judge, right?
I got my own shit to worry about.

I know I'm getting old, when watched someone I used to rock out to as a teenager, playing something akin to Zydeko music on a late night talk show! Springsteen, what the hell happened to you?

I turned 45 today, but damn it I don't feel it.
Are you supposed to? I mean are you supposed to feel older? Shit, I feel the same as did when I was 21. I don't get it..I mean, a co-worker asked me how old I was, I told him, and he looked at shocked...Said that he thought I was younger...Don't me wrong, I have no problem with that but its just, I don't get it.

I'm into all sorts of things..I write, I collect comics, I collect native American art, I make reproductions of native American weapons, I'm making an Indy short film. There's so much to do..And I'm already 45! But I don't feel it.

And to top it all off...I'm an insomniac.

happy birthday to me....Just another day...