Cleaning up
So passes another week. A coworker and I installed a ZEX nitrous kit into his wife’s 2007 Shelby GT500 Friday. That was fun despite having her sticking her big head of hair in my face every time she got curious. She turned a 20 minute job into a 2 hour event. I’m uncertain as to why she wanted the nitrous as I’m pretty sure she doesn’t even know how to operate her power windows. I dislike dumb women.
In an effort to straighten myself out, I’ve restarted my antidepressants¹ and am working at eliminating some of the negative influences in my life. I’ve been 100% sober since Tuesday; that’s a personal best. I’ve even tossed out all of my empty bottles of Beam and poured out the filled few. The hardest decision was cutting Tony from my routine. He was very supportive when I told him why I was doing what I was doing, but asked if we could have one last go at it. Despite the craving of my lady parts, I declined. I’ve since dusted off the rabbit. It’s a boring and poor substitute.
To fill my usually drunk and/or unconscious time, I found myself completing many necessary tasks.
The whole house is spotless.
The cars are spotless inside and out, including engines.
My gun² has finally been cleaned.
And I’ve gotten more restful sleep than I may ever have before.
If I had friends that weren’t totally fake³, I just might find some happiness. If you happen to be in the Southern Indiana area, stop by and lend some company.
¹Zoloft.
²Yes, I own a gun. Yes, I know how to use it. Para Hawg 9. I love that little bastard.
³Nearly all of my friends are from local tattoo shops and only have one thing on their minds: needles.
