Today is Friday, and for the first time in seven days I feel pretty good. I own a pair of headphones dubbed “The Skull Crusher”. Which is a fitting name because they are giving me a morphine drip dose of skull crushing.
Not literarily of course.
Westboro Baptist Church come to town today. Along with a handful of other things, they are bitching about a play being held at Stephens. I can’t remember the name of the play, but it was about that gay kids who was tortured and left to hang on a fence to die. I think, that’s how it was described to me anyway.
Christians are crazy as hell.
There are things about me that I cherish, including patience, my Sylvester Stallone impersonation, and my alone time when I am taking a dump. Because of this I do everything in my power not to use the faculties at work.
To many variables working against me.
But today was a horrible exception. After about 2 hours of fighting the chronic discomfort of bubble guts I bit the bullet and decided that the fight was pointless.
So, as I briskly walk towards the locker room, paying close attention to the placement of my feet, do to the greasy floors, and my noncompliant footwear.
I cant remember where I was going with that, but the basic skinny of this story was a dude was taking a dump in the stall beside me. afterwards I couldn't figure out who it was because I didn't work with anyone that had the same shoes as the him.