Ode to the Nice Guys

You hit it dead on. We are no less an animal than an ol goat. If there were something bigger than us looking down at us, they would see something similar to what we see in an ant hill. bunch of little busy bees bees constructing... oh and a few slackers. I will have to start looking for slacker ants. surely they have em.

 

they have them in the beehive. They're the male drones that exist only to mate the queen.

 

Well hell, that sounds like the top spot to me. Maybe I got it all wrong. i should start slacking... wait... no, I already mate the queen. one big difference in humans I guess.

 

I dunno, slacking's not all it's made out to be. too easy to go stir-crazy.

TWITCH!

 

It is far from my nature to slack. On occasions on weekends I can though. Mostly in the winter.

 

some enforced slacking here, due to illness, and it's been driving me batty.

 

Oh bummer man. Hopefully not too ill for too long.

 

physical breakdown, emotional troubles, and mental shakedown. fun fun.

things are looking up, though. It's back to jobhunting tomorrow, actually, and back to school this fall.

 

Well thats tough man. i do understand that quite a bit. Have had those issues myself. Good luck to you and good to hear your comin outta the funk!!

 

day in the life, man, day in the life, so far, since I was 12, I've been shot, stabbed, involved in 4 hit and runs, struck by lightning, electrocuted saveral dozen times, 4 or 5 baseball bat beatings (I don't remember how many), sjamboked, fallen while free climbing a 70 foot bluff and walked away, 3 different car wrecks, thrown out of a moving car on the interstate, and that's not counting things like pneumonia, food poisoning, etc.

I've no manner of luck at all.

It hasn't killed me yet, so..(shrugs)

 

You are either the biggest full of shit guy I have talked to or the worst damned hard luck story I have ever heard. Not sure but one of the two is indeed correct.WTF!!!

 

got all my fingers, all my toes, both eyes, and the other extraneous bits. Not sure 'how', except I think I'm lucky as all hell

I wouldn't call myself a 'hard luck' story...more like 'disgustingly lucky' I'm afraid to play the lottery though, that might be pushing it a bit. lol

 

I'm worried about when luck's gonna take a look at me and go 'hey, wait a sec, you've dodged too many bullets here. time to even the score'

 

i think dave's on his last life, really. you guys just don't know when to quit.

 

i'm always right. and if i'm not, by some freak of fate, i just change my mind and pretend i thought that all along.

 

I have a thought. Maybe you should just stay in the house for about six years. That way you may live longer . Geeez. Baseball bat beatings. Also try a different part of town to hang out in. I was safer in the damn war than you are.

Peace

 

Most of it happened in Job Corps. I was attending Gary, in San Marcos Texas, when they'd closed the one in McKinney Texas for the riots. Gary actually held the title for like the 4th worst in the country as far as safety, and they had an average of 4 campus lockdowns a week. Glad I left. (since I was there voluntarily for training) The campus only had capacity for 1200, but they shipped in kids from McKinney, and we wound up with almost 2000 there.

Take the worst mix of inner city ghetto living conditions, (not homeless, but not quite) medium security prison and throw in the fact it was co-ed.

 

Job Corps. Well thats what you get for doing volunteer work. I really don't know what you mean about riots and just what these places you are talking are and when it happened. So I can't relate. But I still think I was safer in Vietnam than you were in Texas. Co-Ed huh ? Did these chicks beat you too ? You better keep looking over your shoulder. It sounds like out of nine lives you have spent seven.

Peace

 

Nah dude, think you got the wrong idea. It wasn't volunteer work. It's a government funded program for low income kids, (which I was. single parent house and headed for a life of trouble anyway) but it's often used as a 'dump spot' for people who're getting too old for JV but don't really need to go into prison yet. Nah, the chicks and I were friendly, that was part of the problem. It was in 95-96, if you're wondering about the timeframe.

There were dorms, and you lived 4-6, racially mixed, per room (no racism for me, but when they start sticking mixed gang members with a grudge in the same dorm..yeah.

you were subject to lockdown, search, or discipline at any time for any reason. It was less ethically run than most military boot camps, and the populace was violent enough that the security wasn't allowed guns or nightsticks. We had a riot of anywhere from 15-50ish kids from the age of 15-24 at least once a week. being in san marcos, we were close enough to the border for drugs to be a campus nuisance, but you could get some damn good weed.

 

No woman ever rejected me because I treated her too well. The women who rejected me did so because they could attract men who were younger, better looking, and more successful than I was.