This started as my blog of "Why I'd like Peoria to be more like Detroit?" but from looking over the draft, I found a point where I go off course to be quite fitting for when it comes to my recent unfair, state of unemployment, and further realization of how hopeless I really am.
I wish I was suicidal so that, so my bitching may end.
The excuse for breathing right now: I made it to difficult to off myself. The regret of tattooing my wrist, so I can't slit em'. Pills never seem to work for my friends, and I don't dare dial any dealer numbers.
A word of advice:
When you haven't dialed them for two years, who are you really dialing?
The arrest and mortality rate of dealers make it so that the likely hood of dialing a new-to-the town mother of three is pretty high.
So I guess if there is a moral to this blog, it is to buy a dime once a week whether you need it or not. It will allow you to avoid the embarrassment and confusion of asking a stockbroker how much he has.
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