I’m sorry…

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So here’s the thing: I just got off work about fifteen minutes ago and I did my normal late night routine which includes stopping by the gas station and getting a diet Dr. Pepper. Tonight was a little different in the fact that there was a man begging for money outside the front door to the gas station. His little gimmick is opening the door for customers as they walk in, then on their way out he asks for money. Before I even got out of my car I knew what he was doing, it’s all too familiar these days unfortunately. I went in and purchased my diet Dr. Pepper and made a comment to the late night cashier about the man outside. He said…well I have no fucking idea what he said to be honest, there’s a little bit of a language barrier, whatever. As I walked out the front door I saw his “begging” about to begin. He said “Sir, could you help me out with getting a sandwich tonight?” My response was “I worked hard all night tonight for my money, and I hate my job.” He bowed his head and cowered back to the front door. I instantly got sick to my stomach with myself. It doesn’t matter why he needs money, whether it’s for food, drugs, alcohol, popcorn, it just doesn’t matter. He was polite to me when asking for help, and I was a complete dick to him for no reason. I could have just as easily said “No thank you”.  I sat in my car for a few seconds as he stood in the cold next to the front door waiting for the next late night asshole. I started tearing up as I stared at him and thinking about what kind of a man I am at this moment. I rolled down the window and asked him to come over. I gave him money, and as he ran inside, I realized something I had never thought about the gas station down the street from my house, they don’t sell alcohol. I don’t know if he came back out with a three dollar shitty gas station deli sandwich, or a pack of cigarettes, what I do know is I was a fucking person tonight I’ll never be again. You might be asking yourself why I would share this story with you when it makes me out as such a douche bag, I don’t know, I guess I can learn from my ignorance and be a better man by telling you.

Pod Cast is here!…

 

Trash manSo here’s the thing: Yes I am working on a Pod Cast for all of you to listen to. I completely realize that just reading things that I write isn’t enough and you need to hear my voice. For this reason I have posted the first Pod Cast for “Amber and the Trashman” on my website. I really would like it if you went to my website and listened to it and give me your honest opinion on if you liked it or not. It takes a few minutes to get going, but then it’s just ridiculous. You’ll find it under the “Audio” part of my site with the title “Amber and the Trashman”. Thanks again, let me know.

What’s on the boob tube?…

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So here’s the thing: Are we really in a place in human existence that we need to be able to record four shows on t.v. while we watch a fifth? What ever happened to just watching t.v.? Holy shit man, I’m as lazy and enjoy watching the boob tube as much as the next guy, but I guess that’s not good enough anymore. There’s so much on t.v. that we have to record shit while we watch other shit, so we don’t miss shit, that’s bull shit. Technology is poisoning our minds one MB at a time. Just my opinion people. P.S. Thank you to everybody who shares my blog, I appreciate it more than you know.

Is that a homemade lure?…

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So here’s the thing: I don’t understand how fishing shows get funded. I mean, are there really people watching other people fish? Have you ever been fishing before? You can make an argument that it’s a relaxing hobby, but to watch somebody else fish seems like the most boring shit on the planet. They don’t even keep the fish, so it’s like, hey let me trick you into eating this jagged piece of metal, pull it half way through your face, then stair at you for a couple minutes while you’re suffocating, then tear out the jagged piece of metal from your face and throw you back in the water so I can do it all over again tomorrow. Well hell, now that I say it out loud, it does sound like something I’d like to watch on T.V. That last sentence is what we call “Sarcasm”.

This isn’t the Flintstones…

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So here’s the thing: Who are these people who take off their shoes in a sports bar and walk around? That’s disgusting, and they don’t seem to give a shit either way. The best is when you see them in the bathroom with no shoes or socks. How do they live with themselves? I mean, feet are gross enough, you don’t need to add the possibility of having human shit and piss on them. Hey, put your shoes on freaks!! Here’s another idea for you, put shoes on your little curtain climbers too and stop letting the pool tables babysit your kids while you get half tanked on skinny Margaritas.