I can’t stand being here any longer. I can’t stand the control you think you have over me because you are in “charge.” Every day spent here is a waste of my time. I just want to scream in his face, but “insubordination leads to termination” or whatever the stupid ass saying is at this shit hole. The asshole in question is a ponytail wearing prick who thinks he has some form of hold over me because he is the lead. A worthless fucking title that basically means he has failed harder than me. Of course, I want the title too. If you are going to fail at least burn that mother fucker into the ground go for management. All he has over me is a need to not want to be homeless or in jail. They don’t tell you that when you are young. Follow your dreams, follow this, but don’t worry about the reality that is life. “It’s to work or it’s to jail.” All Hail by The Devil Makes Three. (That’s a real song. Check it out sometime.)
We choke down these broken ideas of a future that can’t be for everyone. If everyone got to do what they wanted why would we have war? If all it took was hard work why would anyone ever give up? Lies, jokes splashed into our young faces in hopes to grow a few flowers out of the bull shit. Reality is that most of us will only get buried in the ground. Fighting for sunlight and hoping for a chance at something. A root deeply rooted into the ground. All I know is that he is lucky.
Lucky I still drink the water or his ponytail wearing ass would be on the floor. Three hits is all it would take. One hit to the face, another for his ponytail to whip around, and him hitting the floor. If only I had enough venom to stand up to his abuse. I’d do it and laugh my ass off out of the building. Strip my clothes off and run around carrying a lighter screaming, “I am the one true God. The fire inside us all.” Turn this assault into a real show of insanity. The perception of which all of this really is. Here I am a grown man about to ask if I can go to the restroom like a fucking child. Whoever came before him must have been some twisted fuck or maybe his parents did a number on him. Either way, I don’t care if he was beaten daily as a child or made to do every horrible thing at this fucking place. At some point, you’ve got to make a stand and say enough is an enough. I’m not them and they are not me.
“Excuse me, Mr. Goodwin.” He stops stocking for a moment. “Yes,” he says in his smug fucking tone. “May I use the restroom?” I ask as calmly as a man burning alive from the inside can. “It will count as one of your breaks.” I only get two of these fucking things I think. “If you really want to waste one of your breaks on using the restroom then, by all means, go ahead.” I want to waste one of them mopping up his blood, a thought I keep to myself. The warmth of my piss takes a hold of my shorts before he can open his dumb fucking mouth again. I look him dead in the eyes, “No, I don’t think that will be necessary.” He glances at my urine-soaked crotch. He wants a child than a child he shall get. “Did you just piss yourself?” I look down at my crotch, “Looks like it.” His face is full of disgust. I don’t laugh and I don’t smile before turning away. Going back to work all I can think is I’m just grateful I didn’t have to shit.
This is visceral. 🙂 Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you for reading..
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🙂 🙂
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love this.
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Thank you
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Such a powerful statement…”If only I had enough venom to stand up to his abuse.” 💞 Love your writing, so real.
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Thank you … I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks like this… Often worry I’m too broken for repair… : )
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You’re not broken! You’re you!
Hugs!
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Layney Bear, this is fucking gold!!
“I want to waste one of them mopping up his blood, a thought I keep to myself.” Lol
You’re awesome.
I love these super agressive posts… I assume they are ficitional or at least “based” on true events… lol
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I have yet to go to prison… or be caught… so yes fictional…. ; )
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Lol yeah prison would be… bad? I dunno those guys have cable… I don’t have cable. Lmfao
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Well that is a savings of a hundred dollars a month… you may have a point… haha…
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Hmmm…
And I do have a few crimes I have been thinking about… 🤔
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I hear the food is crap… but you do get three meals… so torn…
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And a free gym membership… and no utility bills… FREE air con
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Hold up… wait a minute… they have AC and you don’t?… Something doesn’t seem right here….
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*runs outside to commit a crime
*any crime
*doesn’t matter
… side question? Can you go to jail for J walking?
But then my kids will still be here in the heat…
*comes back inside
It was too hot out there anyway.
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Go as a family… counts as a field trip…. Listen boys… this is what not to do… Throws brick through a window… those are the best life lessons… they really stick with you… : ) Plus… ten years from now you have something to talk about over the holidays… remember that time Mom took us to jail?… All I am seeing is a win here…
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LET IT FLOW
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yes….
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something… something… dark…
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