Sometimes waitng in line is just too much to handle.

Today, I put in my four hours of work for the week. I awoke at 9:30 AM, I wasn't sure my alarm clock still worked that early, but it does. I spent about an hour doing my daily morning bullshit, answering emails,(from impatient assholes who apparently have no idea how slow the US Postal service is) tying to make my protein shake with no blender, (everything on the blender works, except the little black part that attaches to the base broke, apparently there is no way to just buy that piece, and unfortunately a 97% operational blender might as well bee 100% non operational. It seems like a waste to have to buy a whole new one...never mind), packing the day's shipments, and just generally trying to psych myself up to venture into the outside world.

I headed west on Colfax towards the largest Pawn shop in Denver. This place is typically a disappointment to me since they over value worthless shit, but they also undervalue valuable shit, so sometimes it's a lucrative trip. Anyway, it's the first stop on my scavenger loop around Denver, and today it was awesome!

First of all I got some 18 year old kid helping me (he kept calling me "sir" which I found insulting, I work for a living goddammit), by which I mean he opened the glass case and stood watching me scan video games. This store has hundreds of awesome Xbox 360, Wii, and PS3 games, but usually they wanted between $25 and $30 for them and were jerks about giving me a bulk discount. Today, however they were desperate to unload some of their over ripening stock, and were in the mood to haggle. So I went to work wading through all the crap to find stuff I could sell.

I was about half way through the pile when there was a disturbance directly to my 5 o'clock. All I hear is, "What the fuck, this is fucking bullshit!" (this is typically a exclamation of displeasure) the over weight mexican lady at the register tells the dude to chill (cheel) out or he would be asked to leave.

"Oh I'll leave," he says and thats when I get a look at him. An old white dude, at least 6 feet tall, with a road worn Undertaker leather duster, he's livid. People have apparently been cutting in front of him, though it seem more likely the line he is in is just moving slower. "Why the fuck isn't here just one line, these assholes cut in front of me!"

It is then the middle age tough guy manager steps in. He's about 5"6" 220lbs, and has a sweet flame tattoo on his arm.

"Ok buddy, you're out of here," he tells the old man.

The old dude barely gets "fuck You!" out of his mouth before he decks the manager in the face and runs grumbling out of the pawn shop. The manager is on the floor, out cold. There is blood, and everyone is freaking out. Someone calls the police.

I still had about 100 games to sift through, so I went back to work.

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It's nearly impossible, Highly Improbible, but not hopeless.

Who are you, who are they? It feels like I might break on this ordinary day, why do we need to change, we were perfect yesterday?

Shit, I'm writing a shitton of shit right now...that's a lot of shit. Man Face to Face "ignorance is Bliss" is just hitting all the chords. Anyway, I'm gonna wake up, hungover and soberish....and read what I wrote and post the fixed version. Sorry you don't get the raw version, it's just a little too "feel sorry for me" at this point.

On a funny note, I ran over a squirrel today. It wasn't personal, more wrong place wrong time, but I swear the second before it died it judged me.

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