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Staff (News -- Rom Hacking)
I've noticed something the last two weeks. Four weeks ago this past saturday, one of my neighbors died. He was a good guy and it was his time.
Two of my neighbors (living in different places) have decided to quit work and be drunk for the rest of their lives. Ordinarily not my concern (except for some advice), but when you start making life miserable for at least one other person than yourself, then you've a drinking problem.
They owe everybody big time. Except me.
One of 'em walks down my walkway and sees me sitting in the yard. Asks for a beer.
No, I tell him, I'm runnin' low. (nice excuse)
Fuck you, he says, I know you got paid Friday.
(Pissed, I stand up) And do you know why that is? Cause I get off my ass and go to work every fucking day. That's something you need to look into, should you continue to drink beer and smoke cigarettes.
He walked away, screaming 'Fuck you' at the top of his lungs.
Sure enough it drew the landlady's attention. She sent the Gobbler down to get me.
Hey, he says, What was the yelling?
I just told so-and-so he wasn't getting any beer from me.
The Gobbler says, good move, the sonofabitch stole a twelve pack from me yesterday. Him and the other one, the Gobbler says, need to get over it.
He asked me to keep an eye on the house for em. (They were driving to her mom's ) and I agreed. As he walked away, I realized something. He wasn't just right, he hit the nail on the head.
They need to get over it and move on. Yes, everybody's gonna die. Eventually. You don't remember or honor anyone's memory by sitting around getting shithouse drunk all day. You've always got 'em in your head and your heart. Even the Gobbler knows that.
Sorry, just frustration setting in. Sometimes I really do think you can save the world, albiet, one piece at a time.
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Two of my neighbors (living in different places) have decided to quit work and be drunk for the rest of their lives. Ordinarily not my concern (except for some advice), but when you start making life miserable for at least one other person than yourself, then you've a drinking problem.
They owe everybody big time. Except me.
One of 'em walks down my walkway and sees me sitting in the yard. Asks for a beer.
No, I tell him, I'm runnin' low. (nice excuse)
Fuck you, he says, I know you got paid Friday.
(Pissed, I stand up) And do you know why that is? Cause I get off my ass and go to work every fucking day. That's something you need to look into, should you continue to drink beer and smoke cigarettes.
He walked away, screaming 'Fuck you' at the top of his lungs.
Sure enough it drew the landlady's attention. She sent the Gobbler down to get me.
Hey, he says, What was the yelling?
I just told so-and-so he wasn't getting any beer from me.
The Gobbler says, good move, the sonofabitch stole a twelve pack from me yesterday. Him and the other one, the Gobbler says, need to get over it.
He asked me to keep an eye on the house for em. (They were driving to her mom's ) and I agreed. As he walked away, I realized something. He wasn't just right, he hit the nail on the head.
They need to get over it and move on. Yes, everybody's gonna die. Eventually. You don't remember or honor anyone's memory by sitting around getting shithouse drunk all day. You've always got 'em in your head and your heart. Even the Gobbler knows that.
Sorry, just frustration setting in. Sometimes I really do think you can save the world, albiet, one piece at a time.
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