Confession of Workaholic

Hello. I have been called a workaholic by many. I usually work 6 days a week, using my single day off to do paperwork (bills, looking for things to invest in) so I don’t usually hang out much. I look for any opportunity to work overtime, to remain at work and make more hours, more money. Yet, don’t exactly like my work. And while others may see a slight obsession with my work, having in 3 years only miss 5 days, I say I’m lazy. I should have second job, I should be doing much more. However all my obsessive … Continue reading Confession of Workaholic

Ye Good ole Telly

You ever scan the crowd for them? Those who like you? The faces in the rain, the addicts behind the curtains. You star the night off with two beers, no matter how much you wash your hands the fucking smell of carburetor cleaner and break fluids just won’t leave. You drink your first beer while making that shrimp soup. Twice you glance down, your hands and what you see is your hands are still dirty from the grease, caked under your nails, black as tar. You sit down on the oak table, and start your second beer. The shrimp soup … Continue reading Ye Good ole Telly