Well, Shit hits the fan. I woke up to go to work. The damn headlights don't work! Dammit!
I had already got the rear light wiring replaced. Cost me roughly $350. The starter relay died 4 months ago. That was only 12 bucks, but the asses at this shitty car repair shop charged me 190.00 for figuring it out for me, though I was the one who found the part! Bastards were telling me they looked everywhere. Ha! Bitches just lazy and wanted to charge me for a factory replacement for $99.00! The relay is the size of my palm. Grrr...
So thankfully i called into work and they were ok. I mean it's Saturday. Nothings broke... because no one's fucking with the system. Irony.
Once about noon decided to check the usual. fuses and any noticeable damaged wire. Nope. Looks good. So I kick on the hazards, and taillights to see if there was anything else that might be not working to determine what fused was hosed. The indicator on the fuse display didn't mention which fuse was linked to what. (Figures) The hazards first don't light.. Turn it off... back on.. They start blinking... ok now hit the lights... BOOM! Started working... Damn! Well it is either a bad fuse... but I know better... the wiring if messed up.
Went out to the smoke break room and took these picks above. (Just bored) Notice the face of discust I got.
Well I am tired of all this. The ex and me just want to get moving on selling this house. We im'd a bit while I was at work. She mentioned she is feeling weird. Irritated that the future is so uncertain. I mentioned I felt the same.
"I'm getting leachy on friends." I said to her. Spilling some of my troubles I got with co-workers. Just feeling them out to see if I can trust them.
"I'm doing the same too." she replied. Talking about how when work gets rough she's telling maybe the wrong people too much that is happening at the home front.
We both agree, we need a break from all this working. We are busting ass to get the house prepared for sale and splitting bills up. Thank god we are on good grounds still. I am trying to keep that up. We don't want the messy divorce. We want to move on. Thank god no kids were ever made in the 9 years with each other.
We met waaaay back in late 94. I was hanging out with a bunch of rudies while she was just graduating high school and heading off to Boston U. I was in a punk band (Steal Toe) at the time and hanging out with some shitty people. Not because I wanted to, but I had no choice. Let's just say... if I made any mention that I didn't like what they stood for... I'd have my ass beat (Not referring to the rudies... more of this skinheads that I was living with)
I friken hated it. Getting dragged out of bed at 3am. Having 4-5 skins just kicking the shit out of me. Just because I hung out with a few people that didn't believe in their game.
Thankfully things panned out by 95. on Halloween, 3 of these guys after coming to a show I was playing at got piss drunk and went out in the streets to find some innocent person to kick the crap out of. They beat the man so bad, he was hospitalized and all 3 were charged with intent to kill. It got news play. Everyone who was in the same boat as me scattered. Some left town. I jumped onto the west side of town and began a new job and never again saw them. I lost everything, but I was saved.
If I didn't meet my ex at the time, I would of been dead. She got me back on track which I sooo appreciate.
The thing is.. took me years to get over the scars of the mess I was in. She was sometimes the target of my frustrations when we had arguments. It casted this invisible wall between us.
Though I did make changes to stop all this.. the damage on the relationship was already done. No matter what I did, that 20 year old fucked up kid is what she saw... and was treated that way.
Thing is though, we are good friends. That's not going to end. Things got better after we decided we were tired of trying to make it work. We both are different people too now. We had become incompatible on allot of things.
Now moving on... I hoping to find a date. I need some affection. ....and... booty
