1.14.2015

Job Hunting

It has been going on like a perpetual hangover.  The last time I drank my liver decided to take a vacation from its job and divided the work amongst the rest of my body.  My stomach swashed around the unprocessed ethyl like an oak barrel.  To say that it felt like my organs were being distilled was an understatement.

But let's step back for a bit and realize the motives of complete negligence to my body.  As I am tossed more into the unknown I have found a person can always have two friends: a cigarette to burn and a beer to wash it down.  They can prove to be great time wasters.  Don't have a T.V.? Why not try a cigarette.  Thirsty? Please. Throw that glass of water over your shoulder and opt for something that will numb your throat on the way down.  Am I a bohemian yet?

Something occurs when you mix your thoughts with substances and plop down in a social circle.  Do the temporary prolific words coming out of your mouth really sink so far in that you go, "Wow, that was too much, excuse me will I head to the toilet to release some of my brilliance".

Let's think about that for a second.

With heavy eyes I am phased with the issue of offering my extremely dedicated soul to work.  Man, I am a human being willing to put forth my energy to better someone else's dream.  Why not take me?  How many other places do I have to slave at before I'm considered a prime cut of meat.  I'm essentially given a car with a gallon of gas and a bank account with a negative balance.  The quickest answer is, obviously, to drive off the nearest bridge.

Alas, I can bitch and moan to my house plants because they actually enjoy the humidity from my hysterical rants being exhaled onto their leaves.  As I like to maintain an ecosystem, I listen to what they have to say by breathing that oh-so-sweet oxygen and tarnish it with my blood.

When will I provide some dignified content to this society?  Well, I think it will happen when it decides to listen. So until then I'll drink smoothies spiked with chia seeds to make myself feel better for going through an extra rinse cycle of booze.


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