I'm back.

 Ya know, when I started this fucking blog, I swore I was gonna stay faithful and all, build up a good quality readership, and be loyal to THEM as well as my beloved Spring Thomas.

 But ah fuck, life intercedes from time to time.

 I apologize.

 Had a family issue come up that had to be dealt with. That, coupled with my nearly tri-weekly (that's 3 times a week) need to numb my brain with alcohol prevented me from blogging the past few days.

 So, an update.....

 First of all, my job sucks. Well, most of the time. I'm a classic under-achiever, and as always, I find myself in a job that I deserve, but am more than likely over-qualified for. Driving a forklift. Lugging boxes. Nights.

 Ah well, it pays the bills.

 But there are times when it rewards and is pretty goddamned funny too. Like earlier this week. A small crew of us is unloading a truck, and midnight rolls around and it's time for a break.

 My best bud at this dump is a guy I'll call Simon. Simon is a vet, like me. Simon likes to drink, like me. But the differance is that Simon likes to bring a little something to work that he can occasionally nip upon.

 A fucking goatskin, with Schnapps, I kid you not.

 Our boss is a hairy-lipped amazon named Kate, who has arms like my legs and legs like a gorilla. Shit breaks out, it's gonna take Simon and me and maybe another dude to get this broad down. I swear, she's a load.

 Simon's stupid little goatskin breaks, and the whole goddamned little office off of the loading dock we call home starts smelling to high heaven like Peppermint Schnapps.

 We're on the clock. And here comes Kate The Gorilla.

 She sniffs, and eventually plucks the damn thing out from behind a filing cabinet where Simon the Schmuck tossed it.

 "Whose is this?"

 We shrug. A scrawny little temp worker of Asian descent slinks away. Simon and me sort of nod his way, but Kate ain't buying it.

 "I should walk you two fucking losers out of here right now" she grunts.

 Unemployment sucks, and I have no desire to join their ranks just yet, with summer fast approaching.

 We're gonna get the axe, I can feel it, when Simon opens his Peppermint laced mouth and semi-slurs "Ah, but if you do that Kate baby, whose gonna unload the 3 fucking trucks waiting out there?"

 I'm horrified, and mentally calculating my ability to pay rent on no paycheck.

 Kate can't help it and chuckles a bit. There IS humanity there afterall. She tosses the goatskin away and says "Fucking drunks" and walks away.

 The axe never falls.

 I remain gainfully employed.

 Simon is too, though I nearly punched him in the face for his efforts to make me homeless.

 Life......