Two Taps

Alright – it is time for me to put myself down. I am obsolete. It is time to slip 900CCs of phenobarbital into the quick of my veins and let loose the dogs of war. This body is useless.

I have tried somewhere around 45 different internet companies in this detestable little state and each and every one of them is currently in a state of change – downsizing or managerial crap – so no jobs for Don.

I am going to be kicked out of my parents’ house soon, I bet – because I have already stayed far longer than I should have.

I am at the point in which I am lead to wonder about the future.