In the little drunk-light district part of my town, on the main strip, where all the little hoosier chavs (we call them chotches) go to engage in their primitive mating rituals, there is now a fitness club on the main strip, where a music store used to be. The wall facing the street is made out of windows, with all the equipment facing towards the street, so the people on the treadmills and the exercise bikes can watch the cars and people go by, I suppose. But the best part, the thing that makes me laugh everytime I see it, is that directly across the street from this fitness club is a huge bar, with stools set up right in front of the windows looking out at the street, and fat drunks sitting on those stools, drinking beer and staring aimlessly out onto the street... so you have the fitness nuts and the beer swilling drunks all watching each from their respective viewpoints, with this deliciously ironic unspoken jealousy/contempt hanging in the air between them. I fucking love shit like that. 
I may be getting a new job. I would be working for a crime scene clean-up crew, so I would be one of the people who cleans up murder scenes or suicides or whatever else, after the police and forensics have gone over the scene for evidence and stuff. I would also be doing work for a mortuary, picking up dead bodies from where they are found and transporting them where they needed to go. Maybe I'm just a morbid motherfucker, but I really, really hope I get this job.
I am fascinated by such things. I've always wanted to be a homicide detective (two of my uncles work in homicide in the Chicago PD) but I never wanted to have to work for the police. This sounds like the best of both worlds, and it certainly beats being a servant/restaurant whore, having to suck up to rich people for what often times amounts to just spare change. If I have to deal with people, I'd prefer they be dead. 
Other than that, Plan A is now underway, and I am taking this opportunity to re-invigorate the Batman plan, which has been waning recently. The Batman plan, for the uninitiated, is to achieve the pinnacle of human perfection by around age 30. This includes, but is not limited to, physical training (keeping up with martial arts as well as basically keeping in shape), learning any potentially useful skills that I might not otherwise learn, expanding my threshold of pain (both physical and mental), and focusing my irrational goals with the burning intensity of 1000 suns.
In addition, I'm still doing research, character designs, and structuring an outline for my comic book I hope to have ready for convention season next summer. In this regard, my almost complete lack of a social life is a bonus, but there's still so much I want to do and so few hours in the day. Let it never be said that I have no ambition.
This last summer, I learned about operating firearms from my ex-marine friend, and now, in lieu of any sort of chemical distraction, I am trying to teach myself electrical wiring and repair, along with basic engines, as a practical way of fixing up the little problems with my car and keeping it running well. I am still also trying to learn spanish, and while I'm a lot better at speaking it than I was last year, I still miss a lot when trying to understand fluent speakers. Listening to Telemundo while I draw helps, though. Whoever says TV rots your brain is watching the wrong shit.
I just want to be ready for when the shit hits the fan in this country. I don't expect I have much time.
So, accounting for legitimate goals and paranoid delusions, all in all, I've got a lot of shit to chew on, and a lot more I've bitten off for the immediate future. So what am I doing now? Wasting time posting on SG. Iron fucking discipline, lemme tell ya.
I may be getting a new job. I would be working for a crime scene clean-up crew, so I would be one of the people who cleans up murder scenes or suicides or whatever else, after the police and forensics have gone over the scene for evidence and stuff. I would also be doing work for a mortuary, picking up dead bodies from where they are found and transporting them where they needed to go. Maybe I'm just a morbid motherfucker, but I really, really hope I get this job.
I am fascinated by such things. I've always wanted to be a homicide detective (two of my uncles work in homicide in the Chicago PD) but I never wanted to have to work for the police. This sounds like the best of both worlds, and it certainly beats being a servant/restaurant whore, having to suck up to rich people for what often times amounts to just spare change. If I have to deal with people, I'd prefer they be dead.
Other than that, Plan A is now underway, and I am taking this opportunity to re-invigorate the Batman plan, which has been waning recently. The Batman plan, for the uninitiated, is to achieve the pinnacle of human perfection by around age 30. This includes, but is not limited to, physical training (keeping up with martial arts as well as basically keeping in shape), learning any potentially useful skills that I might not otherwise learn, expanding my threshold of pain (both physical and mental), and focusing my irrational goals with the burning intensity of 1000 suns.
In addition, I'm still doing research, character designs, and structuring an outline for my comic book I hope to have ready for convention season next summer. In this regard, my almost complete lack of a social life is a bonus, but there's still so much I want to do and so few hours in the day. Let it never be said that I have no ambition.
This last summer, I learned about operating firearms from my ex-marine friend, and now, in lieu of any sort of chemical distraction, I am trying to teach myself electrical wiring and repair, along with basic engines, as a practical way of fixing up the little problems with my car and keeping it running well. I am still also trying to learn spanish, and while I'm a lot better at speaking it than I was last year, I still miss a lot when trying to understand fluent speakers. Listening to Telemundo while I draw helps, though. Whoever says TV rots your brain is watching the wrong shit.
I just want to be ready for when the shit hits the fan in this country. I don't expect I have much time.
So, accounting for legitimate goals and paranoid delusions, all in all, I've got a lot of shit to chew on, and a lot more I've bitten off for the immediate future. So what am I doing now? Wasting time posting on SG. Iron fucking discipline, lemme tell ya.
Well, for starters, NEE-Bocks has many incarnations and many tales. THIS one is an epic continuing comic drawn haphazardly in my mead notebook during class. I just came to the end of my notebook, so we're looking at a "to be continued...."
I think it's good to look death in the face. Most people in our society today seem to spend most of their time trying to forget about it, to pretend it doesn't exist. That's why your job exists-- they need people to remove death quickly and quietly so people won't be reminded. To me, living with such intense fear of something inevitable is not living. Keep on being "morbid." People who live without morbidity are only living half a life.