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| "production deduction"
So in two days (wed) i get paid along with Sam.
And Tommorow sam will be trained like i have been to make all the salads and deserts in the back line, which means less dishes for us to wash, because on some days now one or both of us with have to do that instead of the dishes leaving those for others not doing salads and deserts.
Anyhow, i really need to find a way into Fern or something and quick because im going fucking crazy with being useless. A job is fine and dandy, but what good is money if your insane.
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| "They call me the workin' man....maybe thats what i am...."
So i got a job eh...
I shall be getting paid $8.00 an hour to start which is as much as Jon gets paid to work as a manager at DQ.
And i can get stoned and wash dishes at the melting pot and talk to Sam and get paid. And maybe in awhile i can find myself busing or some shit. And in a few weeks after i get started with this I hope to be able to get a second job somehow.
So how do ya like that i walk into a Fondue place with Sam and walk out with a job, which by the way means i have to be up there at 4:00 on Monday, in like 14 hours or something.
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| "B33r"
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Well I fell into prison about a quarter till three
Where I found in my cell a glass waiting for me
So I filled what was empty and I pulled up a stool
But he stood in the corner, the old devil wouldn't move
He said, "You drink when you're lonely." No I drink when I want!
He said, "You'll never be sober." Sure. Why would I want that?
I only drink to be merry but unfortunately
I'm in the wrong prison cell and the wrong company...
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Im still alive...how did that happen...
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| "8/11/07"
Saturday August 11, 2007
This day in my life comrade Keith Dixon leaves for collage for the semester. The past year and a half that i have spent a great majority of with Keith and a large portion of that with Aron as well have been some of the most fucking insane high points in our lives. Thats as simple as i can put it. One of the few people in the world i would honestly fucking die for, Keith, because i know that what ever fucked up shit happens Keith would be there in no fucking time as well. Yet even though he is leaving for school in Rolla teres no place thats to far or time to great to destroy the bonds of friendship and comradeship forged of iron under the harsh beating hammer of life.
And what better way to send you on on your mary way than with your last night on LSD.
Keith I fucking love you man.
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| "sixth months later"
Lets see, I am trying to look into going to fern in order to graduate, however i would have to start second semester or so...and other than that for the past 6 months life has been the shit hole it always is and has never once failed to deal another blow just as i got back on my feet.
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