Hess Village= Friday Night in Hell.

Act 1:
gotta love the drama when the first summer's heat comes down.... so here is a play by play.. i'm sitting around playing my guitar for shits and giggles and first a broad passes out drunk after her freinds are carrying her spread eagle for the world to see... defintly an omen of a good night... a bunch of cops, 2 fire trucks, and the abulance, gotta love the effects of roofies.

act 2:
the running man.
nothing like seeing a guy run like ben fucking johnson down hess st. only to get tackeld by 4 cops.. and then try to fight them off. yeah that's a battle yer not going to win. Do not pass go Do not collect 200$ Go directly to Barton Jail.

act 3:
hess village is closed off by 6 cruisers because the whole bar is involved in a fight?

i thought i had seen stupidity in st. catherines and windsor but this city takes the fucking cake... did i mention i only made 9 bucks... i'm still annoyed trying to find the right mix for housing... patience with so called freinds is lacking. i may take the little room behind the hair salon just so i can have peace of mine instead of the current insanity.

of course then agian.. i'm left with the one who shall not be named's Insanity for the next 14 years or so ain't i?

Current Mood: Hungry, broke, pissed off.
Current Music: Bif fucking naked, Let Down.

Comments

Cowabunga.

Back to the job search i go... not really anything to do right now but play turtles smash up and watch tv so i decided to wander downtown and look for a job. I am feeling really good at the moment and trying to ride this positive feeling as long as it lasts and not let anything get me down. Current Mood: Positive. Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another.

Franco Un-American.

I hate everyone. I just pretend I don’t because I’m chasing this false inner peace, thats being constantly eroded by outsiders. I am happy, I was at peace. But I do see my country and more importantly my city for what it’s for and I’m getting angry again. Maybe I do need to be angry. Maybe I do need to rebel. Maybe I do need to speak out despite the fact that it can be used against me and hurt those I love. Nothing fucking new to me. This apathy has gotten me nowhere, this trying to be at peace was working but maybe I need to be angry, maybe I need to rail agianst the things that once were right have now went wrong. This isn’t a world I want my child growing up in, and he’s grown. But this isn’t the world I promised him. This is something else. This city wants to pick a fight with me? Cool, I know what busybody bitch it is. Don’t think I will tolerate any threats to those that I care for or myself. You want to fucking start a war? Maybe it’s time for me to be angry again.

Someone Like You.

I know there are aspects of me, my personality and my life that you still like. It’s why you had my child and no one else’s. But I don’t colour within the lines enough for you to settle down with. That’s been acknowledged for two fucking decades. He’s an adult. I don’t need to answer to anyone anymore in my life. I wasted years fighting you when I should have been fixing you. But those moments are over. All of our moments are over. I don’t even need to be angry. I just need to be. You and I are toxic. I’m better off without you in my life. It’s a little less toxic when I’m the only one on the boat. Only the captain goes down with the ship. I’ve always known i would die alone anyhow. No family, no friend’s, no real accomplishments to my life. I wrote that line almost 30 years ago. Self fulfilling prophecy. At least that way when I implode no one gets hurts. I was a fool to think otherwise. I’ve left too much damage in my path. I just want to be happy and at peace whatev...

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