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But they figoured stuff was NOT good. She said "you are 'blocking', Walter." But I was NOT blocking, i just didnt want to talk about it. So we drove for annothor hour and said very little. Then after lunch my stepmom put a tape in her boombox for us all to listen to. She said "i want you to liston to the words." It was the Billy Joal tape The Angrey Young Man. Some of the words are the Angry Yuong Man has "his fist in the air in his head in the ground." Also one part says the angry Young man is BORING AS HELL.
Then when i told them I was pissed and my feelings were hurt they said that "Youre feelings are NOT the most inportent thing the world revolvs around either, young man." i know they mean well in the manner of 'Tough Love' but it aggrovated the hell out of me.
After we stopped for supper in a truck stop, Dad called his phonemail. In response to the message my brother left for granfather's brothers on the East coast, there was an urgent message for Dad from Uncle Zeke in Delawear. (Or Baltomore. Or Washington. Or wherevor the hell he lives: You fly into BWI but you get lost every time you drive there.) My Uncle said to call as soon as posible. Dad called Uncle Zeke back but no one was home.
As you know my job sitauation is tenuous. I am strouggling to make a living but only have 2 part time jobs right now. That job above i cannot mention what it is. But the second job is working remotely for The Netly News where i get to write a colunm each week. But its part time and not a REAL job. I get a small base pay for the colunm plus an even crappier hourley wage for a few hours a week doing HTML programing. (Also they will not expense my airfaire for a trip to NewYork City later this year--cheap bastords).
Anyway, while i was near a payphone I called to check in with Netly, which i like to do once a week. I figoured that if this one job was not happy with me, and that I risked being fired, mabye Netlynews coud give me some more work to make up the diference.
My life is one mortifying houmiliation after another, and one day I imagine I will learn the errudite, tasteful and sophistocated way to beg for support like Public Television does. But in the meantime I was begging the people at Netley to PLEASE increase my hours.
Just like in my othor part time job, I know Ive been makin allot of coding errors for them too, but I said that i am striving to improve. I explianed that i live in this trailer in the middle of nowhere. There are things i want to do and "MO' MONEY, MO' MONEY" as they used to say on In Living Color is the olny way. Among certain goals I have are that I want to hire a nanny for Granfather. Plus I want to pay my debts and buy a car and move back to civolization.
Later on i appologized for havving a bad atitude. I will write more abbout my job at the Netly News later in this update.
The sun was just comming up as we finaly got back to where me and Granfather live in Texas. It was almost 3 days of straihgt driving. I was bringin the suitcases in the trailer when i heard allot of noise outside. Dad and granfather were screamin at each other.
From thrashing arround in the truck for the last few hours of the ride all of his clothes were torned off and hanging in schreds from the metal springs and pipes. Granfather was uttorly nakad and coated in dust and residual couch fabric and stuffing. He looked like a giant, furrey wet cockroach. Or like some disgousting water bug that you put rubber cemment on and then roll him arround in an ashtray. The walls of the inside of the truck were absollutly spattored with what looked like tar and against the back wall was slapped on a giant, monstrous crap just hanging there.
"NOW THET THERE WORK OF ART," barked granfather loudly, gesticoulating behind himself with his one movable toe, "IS MUH CLASSIC 'KNUCKLEBALLER'."
"NOTICE THE TOTAL LACK OF SPIN, THE LOW VELLOCITY, THE LATE-BREAKING IMPACT. IF THET AIN'T WHUT YOU CALL 'PUSH TECHNOLLOGY' THEN YOU TELL ME WHUT IS, BOY."