May 15, 2004
Where Did I Screw the Pooch?
I'm trying to understand how a person manages to educate themself, engage in meaningful employment exercising brain instead of brawn, then does something as stupid as purchasing a house, forcing them to work like a fucking chain-ball slave the entire weekend. One gets two days off for leisure, then spends it pouring sweat and popping hernias like a goddam indentured servant in an indigo field.
I'm taking bids on paving the lawn, and Asplundh is giving me a quote on ripping out my trees. I want a parking lot with air conditioning.
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