Go Figure

I have a girlfriend... weird. She's pretty sly.. we started just hanging out watching movies at my place... she kept fitting herself into my messed up schadule/life then 6 weeks later POOF!!! Joe has a girlfriend... She's a pretty sensitive soul with a dirty sense of humor.

My Grandma gave me her 1989 toyota cressida. Half the miles of the honda POS.... got $550 for the honda which is pretty sweet considering that I paid $500 for it and put about 14,000 miles on it.

My little house was 87 degrees inside at 1:00 am this morning. Yuck.


Must buy air conditioner.

Must buy air conditioner.

Must buy air conditioner.

Must buy air conditioner.

New shoes!! and Poverty.

Ok.. it not a big deal for most people... its huge for me. I only get new shoes about every 2 years... usually because a girl in my life insists on it. Anyway, I'm pretty excited about them. They are brown Vans and will be perfect for dancing. Now I must find or create a venue in which to Lindy.

In other non-note worthy news: Shot two wedding this weekend have 2 more booked. I'm trying to get laid-off from my job so I can collect un-employment, while getting a truck/brokerage agency up and running. Not really... I actually do the best job I can but I can't help thinking its a cool idea.

Poverty is an interesting challenge for me. I came from a solidly upper middle class family. Growing up I never though I could fail. I was perfectly willing to risk everything I had on whatever opportunity (translation: hair-brained scheme) I had. I had a minor sense of entitlement and I’m embarrassed to say that I had no understanding and little sympathy for those living poverty. Somewhere in the back of my mind I felt like the poor could change their situation if they really wanted to… how clueless of me. It is only now, in what is still a strange town to me, disconnected from my thin roots, that I’ve started to understand the great gap of opportunity between the rich and the poor. I could, and need to, go on for pages, but my lack of patience will rule the day (lucky for you)…. In short: the working poor spend so much time and energy just trying to get their noses above water that very little time and energy is left over to step back and evaluate what they are doing and if it will ever get them from here: poor broke uninsured. To there: the America dream of an 8 mpg SUV and a riding lawn mower. At the end of the day the working poor are exhausted, lonely and depressed. Cheap beer and an hour in front of the idiot box before passing out is often the biggest project I can tackle after being a worker bee and a single dad for 16 hours. My lofty goals of learning Spanish, SQL and the Double Bass seem light years away by the time 7:30 rolls around. I’m not saying it impossible… it just really stinking hard.

The other day the check engine light on my Honda POS (piece of shit) came on, it made the hair on back of my neck stand up.

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