In Orchard Park

I'm thinking about going

about a year ago I was at the high water mark of discontent at a job that was pretty fuckying awful.
It was my first job out of school and I was pretty damn dumb. I still am goddamn dumb, but maybe a little bit less young-dumb.

A lot of people can laugh at all the fucked up stories I tell about it, I do too, but I kind of hate telling them, because its such an ugly thing.

Just thinking about that pit and the waste it was actually makes me feel relieved. Relieved that I'm not there, that I survived, and that place went to Mexico. I lost my job, I lost a lot of money, a lot of sleep, and lot of friends (12,13 days in a row, 5AM start times, night shifts, 12 hr days etc) but I'm still ticking.
I feel like I could just lean foward and float. Thats how good it feels to be here.

Right now I work in a crappy factory, but I think I like it. The people I work with are ok, my bosses are ok, we laugh at each other and bust balls, and the place probably isn't going anywhere. I like what I'm doing right now, for the short term. But I wonder if I can ever get back to engineering the longer I stay away. Fuck it; I just want a job to pay for the cool/stupid things I do.

Whether its engineering or celery farming.

cider season for me means rum season
They go hand in hand.


(thsi is another boring one btw)


I got my raise at work. It was pretty much what I was looking for.
So no more being late to work in the morning.
$10K for 10 minutes, sounds like a deal to me. (well, actually less than 10k, and more than 10mintues, but whos counting)


So what now? I think, hm yes, I think a Miller High Life is in order.

I was sittin at the light in front of Filmore hospital on Deleware. I looked over past the sidewalk, theres a bench, some grass, and some shade-trees. There was a dog chilling out in the grass. He was attached by a leash to his Man, who was just kinda standing there.

He was an old man, he had on old man shorts and old man sunglasses. Y'know, like old people wear: kinda visor like. He probably could have welded with those things, or at least viewed an eclipse.

The old man was holding a bag of crap. It was good to see that the dog was eating/shittng well, he was probably past the point in his life to chase sticks.
It looked like the old man was just standing there, not waiting but just standing there. I couldn't see what he was looking at because I couldn't see his eyes through his vault glasses. So maybe he was just standing there, staring into space, or time.

But on closer inspection, he wasn't just standing there. Servo valves in his ankles reacted to feedback from gyroscopes in his inner ears. The servos were old so they only moved a dozen or so times a second, and the gyroscopes had slowed down to 12,000RPM. Old but ticking, his head pendulated no more than a quarter inch from vertical, well within operating specifications. The wind picked up and his feedback loop compensated for the .014 psi juggernaut.


I never saw the dog or the man move much. Maybe they were just enjoying the shade.

The light changed and I drove home.

Do you or someone you know enjoy the fuck out of Rock&Roll?

Do you enjoy breaking drumsticks and beating through drumskins?

Do you enjoy tolerate shit-hole bars, load-ins, load-outs, and getting ripped off by promoters?


If you answered yes to any of the above questions, you should consider becoming a drummer.

You should never admit publicly that you are a drummer or that you are interested in drumming, but instead leave me a post-it and we can figure out about a jam/tryout session.


Nope, no MP3's right now, cause our drummer is too much of a flake to make it to practice.




I;ll probably elaborate on this at some point; I'm kinda tired now.