I’m recently unemployed. I have a different job. It’s called ‘Mr Mom’. And the movie doesn’t do it justice. But truth be known, I’d rather do this than working as some menial wage slave job. I used to work at this convenience store selling massive quantities of alcohol, tobacco and drug related items (ie blunts). To losers, social rejects and people who society would be better off seeing pushed off the top of the Sears Tower. Now I’m not saying that Mr Mom is a piece of cake b/c it ain’t. But it’s certainly more rewarding that conventional work. Right now I feel like blowing off steam about that rotten four letter word. But first a few things about me. I could have been a character on The Wizard of Oz. Let’s review: The Scarecrow didn’t have a brain, the Tin Man didn’t have a heart, the Lion didn’t have any courage and I don’t have any ambition. Sometimes I think God fucked me pretty good. He’s fucked all of Mankind by creating this Earth. We would’ve all been better of had stopped after the 5th day.