Hush

"If he was gay, I'd fuck him."

"You mean if you were gay, you'd fuck him."

"Yeah, that's what I said."

So...

I wish I could draw. I can sort of write. Nothing special, but enough that I could string a few lines together to get me from one picture to the next. I know I can write dialogue. People get pissed off because sometimes I talk like I'm in a movie. But anyone can write dialogue. Shit we all do just that everyday. I can write action though too. And brief written action, plus dialogue, plus pictures...well you've got yourself a graphic novel right there. So I wish I could draw. I wish I could sing too, but that's another story for another day.

So today I added Hellbaby and matching Black Panther classic and modern statues to my collection. I picked up my fence permit and mispronounced the lady who works in that office's name so bad it was a wonder they didn't tear the permit right up. Apparently they stopped delivering my mail sometime last week, I didn't notice till they slipped a notice under my door. I went down to the post office and they handed me two weeks worth of junk mail. I took it and tossed it all in the trash, told them very nicely they could do the same with the rest of it.

There were 3 bills however. The first was from the IRS. Apparently they've just decided I owe them $153 from two years ago. Going to have to take care of that. The second was from my landscaping company. They charged me $315 for a "spring clean up" which last year I think cost $100. On top of that they charged me $100 for "leaf pick up" which last year was included, add to that the $2,700 for the other work they're doing and I might as well fold up shop and fuck off. The plumbers sent me a bill, and apparently the fixing of the original problem cost very little, but since they broke the toilet in the process they also charged me to buy a new toilet and install it.

Yeah.

I would say that everyone can sort of just fuck off for awhile now, except that I'm still in a pretty decent mood. I saw my high school friends just last week, I was talking to Goldberg just a little while ago (he was making fun of my life size Iron Man statue), and though I miss the Antioch kids I'm sure I'll see them soon. I've been able to spend a lot of time with the kids too even though it's been busy as hell. The Rookie calls me just about everyday he's so damn bored. I still call him and little sister everyday anyway.

So yeah, life is...uh...good? Can that be right? I know I'm missing out on a lot of stuff, and I know I want to work on that. But seriously...this ain't half bad.

"He offered me $100 for a handjob."

"And?"

"What do you mean and?"