The WAF Journey Series

I wake in the morning and the first thought that whirls thru my brain is- ‘I’m going to fucking die poor. And not just monetarily poor, but mentally as well as physically poor. What fucking shit is this piss assed day going to shove down my already bile filled throat?’ This first story is the journey of a man caught in a hell he calls life. A dead end job, a friend who he works with that he loves and hates all at the same time. A man who finds himself drinking too much, taking pills to function, and hating every thing that everyone with status has and stands for. The ones who look down on him and use him up. What he has to do to make this only life he has as bearable as possible. Drinking, drugs, sex, and the shit work he has to do are all this poor bastard has. Luckily he has a course sense of humor.

'Well who the hell would have guessed what the out come of telling Jimmy would have lead too. Fucking me that’s who. I knew damn well it was going to be a shit fest, but like the dumb ass I am I told him anyway. Whatever the outcome I knew the fucker needed to be told. Who knows how long those two pricks were fucking around on him as it was.' This second story is the continued journey of a man caught in a hell he calls life. The same dead end job with the friend he loves and hates all at the same time. The thoughts of working somewhere he wasn't wanted and took the brunt of it all. Again being used up and discriminated against. Now finding out the women he thought he might have something with is getting married. A man who finds himself drinking too much, taking more pills to function, and hating every thing that everyone he has to deal with stands for. The ones who look down on him and use him up. What he has to do to make this life he has as bearable as possible. Drinking, drugs, sex, and the shit work he has to do are all this poor bastard has left. Luckily he has a course sense of humor.

'Haven’t seen Stevie in awhile, not since she left the next morning after her ‘I’m getting married so fuck me’ night. Hell I just considered it my gift to her knowing I sure as hell wasn’t invited to her wedding. Maybe if I was lucky she’d return my gift sometime. I know she’ll be married, but I’m no fucking saint, so what the hell do I give a shit. Ah, who am I fucking kidding, it was probably more like a ‘farewell asshole’ fuck and I’ll never see her again. Not that way anyhow. Who the hell cares, I got laid.' This story is the continuing journey of a man caught in a hell he calls life. The same dead end job and a friend who he works with that he loves and hates all at the same time. Now with his one last fling with the one that got away and married behind him, everything else is pretty much going nowhere. That is until he's introduced to an older woman who is more like him than he ever expected. A women who's been around the block and knows all the good parking spots, but with class. Still he finds himself drinking too much, taking too many pills to function, and hating everyone who looks down on him, uses him up, and all he has to do to make this only life he has as bearable as possible. Drinking, drugs, sex, and the shit work he has to do are all this poor bastard has. But still he keeps his course sense of humor.