You can see the rocky mountains from a fucking hundred miles away. That's how big they are. Just edges all across the horizon. A sight like that make a man feel small.
Gave up my desk for an eighteen wheeler. Pays a little less (to start anyway), but i feel a lot better. Got an office with a view and stuff. I don't havre to deal with my boss looking over my shoulder but i DO have to deal with my boss calling me all the time (BUT i'm like "i had no signal dude." when I don't wanna deal with him).
Several SW girls have been solicited by me, that sounds so bad doesn't it, to come see them. I truly mean no harm. If asking "can i come see you dance" is wrong, let me know, okay?
Okay, here's the crazy shit...
To drive an 18 wheeler as a rookie you have to have someone called a trainer... Mine is a crabby assed baptist loon i call reverend steve. He takes the cake. This guy rules. I just HATE sharing the truck with him. I have to drive 11 hours a day listening to either Sean Hannity or Neil Daimond. It's enough to make you wild and noy a good kinda wild. I keep thinking "in a week i'm getting my own Rig, in a week i'm getting my own Rig..." well that's this week... last week it was "in two weeks i'm getting my own Rig... etc... etc..." He has a lotta stuff right odd about him, but he can sling a Rig here and there, so i iggy Mike Reagan (Righty Wingy Radioy!) and just listen to this dude when he's like "don't hit this girl!"
It's weird, sometimes. You got this fucking thing that bends in the middle! It's one thing to drive it, it just goes when you drive it, but it's 100% craaaaaazy to back up. The fucking thing bends in the middle!
One thing. Atlanta. Atlanta is a very pretty city. I hate driving in Atlanta. Why? It's not because of bad driving. Hell, the Atlanta drivers are great drivers, they have to be, there's 900,000 of them. If you were a sthitty driver in Atlanta you'd be roadpaste. Here i am 100 feet long "um, i need to get over."
I rolled through Roanoak Virginia thingking "Susan-VA, Susan-VA!" Is that wrong? Just yesterday morning i was in Columbus Ohio at the Hogan yard there thinking "Kamery Ann lives here, bet she's Dancing tonight" wish to christ i could have gone seen her and her buds. But, Reverend Steve and all. Poop on Reverend Steve. I can not WAIT until i am on my own out there.
Who knows, maybe i'll be able to make it to phoenix and meet my friends Bridgette and azamber! Never can tell. I just feel soooo much better than i have felt in a long time. Now if i can just get rid of the fucking "yay bush" trainer, i'll be on cloud number nine.
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