i just hate youDay 3, poor choices
Soooooo… I have no concept of time. Or travel. I have been at least a half hour early to work everyday this week. Today I am an hour early. I hate being this early. I end up sitting in my car because I don’t want to have to do work I’m not getting paid for, and if I go somewhere it will always take longer than I expected and I’ll just end up being late. Either way, I am loving this job. One of the dudes I work with looks like Samm Levine and everytime i look at him all i see is Neil Schwiber freaking out on his dad at his dinner party, when he has that horrible dummy that he uses to insult his dad all because he finds out he’s cheating on his mom. Him and Sam and Bill walk all over the neighborhood with a garage clicker and find his dads car at some broads house when he said he was “working late”. Fucken intense shit man. Best show EVER. And seriously this job is fun cause everyone is super mellow and has no problem helping me figure out WTF to do. 34 minutes left. Maybe I’ll take a quick walk. I wish I had to shit really bad so I could just waste the next half hour dumpin a huge turd. Here’s an excerpt from my upcoming book entitled “The diary of a teenage porn star: the James Duffy story” it is a work in progress but it will be like the white version of whatever fucked up trash “precious” was based on…
I woke up one morning realizing for the first time that my asshole had basically fallen out. “When the hell are you going to grow up and move out, you’re fucken 35 already!!!” my mother had just woken up and danced into my room with a fresh martini. “but mom, I’m only 13!” I cried out as she beat me relentlessly with a dirty jockstrap she had woken up next to that morning.
It’s a work of fiction mostly, but I’ll toss enough truth in there so no one will be able to tell which way is up…
And no, that part is not true… OR IS IT? MUAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!
It’s not.
15 more minutes…
