The Predator’s Hustler.


October 25, 2017 by sandwichcontrol

Streams in the man.

Today’s theme is: Outdoors.

Fuck a bunch of yesterday’s truckload of tiny, little frustrations.

October 24

I mean, at some point I just had to sit back and admire it. Like the way you watch a forest fire overtake a 6 car pile-up.

Just to give you an example of the shit I dealt with yesterday.

I was leaving work, with two dogs in my car. Two dogs that didn’t really want to be in my car. And I drive over the trigger in the asphalt that opens the gate. And the gate starts to open. But stops. Just wide enough for me to walk through.

Why did the gate stop opening, you’re wondering?

Because somewhere, at that precise moment, a tree fell on the power line and knocked out the electricity.

It couldn’t have fallen when the gate was open. Or even before it started opening. No. It had to cocktease me with opening just a little.

That was my whole fucking day.

So, I buried my frustrations in the bottom of a bowl of blackened chicken alfredo. And put the final kibosh on them with an ice cream sandwich.

Fucking asshole.

Today is gonna be better, right?

Let’s hope so.

I’m running out of pasta and payday isn’t until next week.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


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