Twenty Five

Twenty Five - I Gotta Get Paid

For some reason, everyone else’s shit is more important than mine…¬†

Other people and their time, money, ego, comfort, sleep, satisfaction, drama, victory, defeat, personal possessions…

it’s all…

more important than mine.

I’m over it.

I’m so tired of being “less than you”.
My life has taken some FUCKED up curves and twists as of late, but I’m still standing. Got the long hair swingin’ middle finger in the air, fuck a bitch. It’s game on now… this is the year I bring it all together… this is do or die.
It’s funny how now that the smoke has cleared, here I am… just me and Trigger chillin’ in my bed. She’s my baby girl, fuck a bitch, she’s the only pussy that can satisfy what I want anyway.
I’m fuckin’ irritated at the world today. This past month has been a wild ride… Working my fuckin’ dick off just to slip even further in debt… but I still get up everyday and put my pants on one leg at a time and go to work.
I did an open-to-close on Valentine’s Day, I made sick cash too… it was a crazy day… I had to deal with all these people getting cards and flowers and shit… I even delivered a “surprise pizza” to someone at the grocery store¬†from a “mystery man”.

I broke my personal record at this store when I hit 41 deliveries that day, but the most notable of experiences was the drop dead gorgeous foreign woman I delivered to, and my boss fucked up her order because he couldn’t understand her accent…

I have to admit… something is so fucking hot about a sexy woman with a thick accent. I’m not just saying that because her hot tight lil ass cheeks were hanging out of her shorts either… this girl was the perfect drug… at that… is coming from the pizza man.

Anyhow, she was obviously spending the day alone, she ordered some pizza and didn’t get her pineapple like she wanted, so when I went to go back to her apartment… I noticed some women selling fresh cut flowers right on the way to her place…

I bought a dozen…

I figured, fuck it. Just because I don’t have anyone to call mine, doesn’t mean I have to hate it. And I figured it couldn’t hurt my tips either.

-grin-
anyhow, this lil hottie was being a bitch (imagine that) and not answering her phone, or her door buzzer to let me up… so after someone let me in, and I got to her door, I went to hand her the lil bag of goodies to make up for the fuck up… with a single rose hidden behind my back.

She resisted (shocker), saying how she didn’t want it and that she already ate her food and she would never order from us again…

that’s when I pulled out the flower.

I gave her a lil bit of a puppy dog eye and said in my best cheesie mac pimp daddy bass voice, “I guess you don’t want this either…”

-Justin shoots a smile at the hottie-

She so totally let down her gaurd, caved in completely…

she said, “Thank you…” as she took her bag of goodies and the flower too.

“Sorry about all that… Happy Valentines Day.”, I responded…

turned …

and left.

Sometimes, you have to make your OWN fucking day.

I’ve been banking phat tip cash more than usual this past few weeks… I’ve been getting some golden shifts to work, that’s probably the difference maker. That Sunday, we had a fluke… it was almost double the business over what a normal Sunday is, and half the amount of drivers too.

-insert maniacal laughter here-

I made $197 in 10 hours in tips… 10 hours of overtime on the paycheck. When life gives you the opportunity to do something great, you can either own it, or puss out. I say bring it motherfucker, you can’t touch me.

That’s the attitude I took on the day I took 45 runs in a single shift.

I’m still gunnin’ for 50…

I did a double shift on my birthday too… I have to admit it’s not the first time I’ve ever done that either…

but I gotta get paid…

Just because I’m older doesn’t mean I gotta feel like it. I even went out drinking the night before… I do that sometimes… I think I’ve had about 15-20 total hours of sleep since Thursday morning… it’s Monday Morning, I worked 12 hours yesterday… I haven’t been to sleep yet. I have to be at work in an hour. I’m working all day… again. Fuck Tuesday and Wednesday has become the equivilent of my weekend, Sometimes Thursday too, but not normally. So I had plenty of time to hang out and party with me just not sleeping…

I am hardcore.

Of everyone that knew about my it being my birthday, no one bothered to make it special. And that’s ok. I have to admit, if one of my friends would have fired up a phat bag of the phunk with me, or I could find a girl that could GET ME OFF it would have made my day. My whole weekend even.

I’m not mad about it, but I am disappointed.

Very.

But my life ain’t that bad.

Hakuna Matata.

I’m so incredible sexually frustrated… I’m not sure what it is… but I just can’t get satisfied. I mean I’ve never been the 2 minute man type, but I used to be able to have mutual satisfaction… Seems like it’s not real important for me to get mine these days…

“I’ve never came like THAT before” why do I even care if they get off when there is no reciprocity?…

Believe me I’m not TRYING to be difficult… GR! I have a theory… maybe it’s because I’m not in love with anyone… that’s why I can’t just “get mine” and be done with it. But that cute lil blonde I met back in January didn’t have any trouble, AT ALL. so… what now? I know I’m not easy… but you wouldn’t think of me the same if I were.

Everything from girls thinking that just because I’m inside them, that they are doing their part… hardly. Then the girls that are like bottle rockets…

ffffffffffffsssssssszzzzzzzzzzz

POP!

-ahhh-

The End…

ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

The END? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?

I HAVEN’T EVEN BROKEN A FUCKIN’ SWEAT YET!

I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy every second of it… but it’s frustrating for me… as a man… to hear all this talk about how I’m doing my part, but I can’t find a girl with the endurance to finish the job… -sigh- oh well… This town needs their Pizza man…

Game On.

 

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