Mutant Christ.

Hello everyone. Good morning. Evening. Wherever you are. I got to sleep in today. Afternoon shift fuck yeah. I have been talking to Henri for fifteen minutes now without debating her. It is a record I am sure. One so big that I had to put it here. Haha. Anyone notice it is getting chillier at night now? Summer is ending. Jesus it blew by fucking fast. I worked a huge majority of it. But I had good times. Excellent times. I am about to top off the summer with some fun camping with people I haven't seen in a while and some people that I don't really fancy seeing. But things are never perfect in the Sound huh. But I am excited to hang out with Jonny boy and Lesley and Jaime. I haven't even talked to Lesley in a while so I really miss the woman. I am thinking she is probably pretty busy getting ready for shit like University and all that. Plus just partying hard before having to crack down in school. Haha. What am I talking about? She will party hard first year. Everyone does except for the inbred geeks. I am thinking I will see Martin and Michelle there as well.

I think they are regular attenders. I would ask Martin to comment on here and tell me if he is going. But he usually only comments on girls blogs. Haha. Does anyone who I will see this weekend need me to bring them anything from the city? If so let me know soon. I am thinking about bring up a couple of nice fat stogies. We can sit around and suck on the big brown dicks and act pompous. Or we could just enjoy a nice cigar. The cigarette and cigar collection in Owen Sound is fucking awful which is why I want them before I leave here. I have been noticing the interesting things you learn about people when you are a merchant of death (alcohol). Especially in the summer. Ok for example. I have this one guy come in who I am pretty sure is very recently divorced. His ring finger has the tan around it. So it happened after the summer started. Now I knew him as always coming in now and then. But not all the time. But when I started working doubles, you learn things. Like that the customers who were alcoholics had our shifts figures out and when we changed.

So I discovered they were coming in for second bottles in the same day when they thought the shifst changed. But because I was working doubles, they would see me and kind of get this ashamed expression on their face. Though they got used to it because remember I worked a twenty one day styraight period. They discovered it was useless to hide it from me. I always acted even more polite and curious to them because I knew they felt uncomfortable and were ashamed of themselves. Especially if they were timing the shifts to not come in twice in the same day to the same person working. I do feel for some of them. I really do. The alcohol culture is fascinating. And painful to observe at times. Because it can really destroy a human being. There are also the people who are aware that the world is aware of their problem and cease to care. Are just open and frank about it to me. About how they are done work and that their kids are away with their mother and that it is time to get drunk. But I think the customers are more comfortable with me now.

Because they realize I don't judge them and that I know and that I am not going to bring it up in action or word. I think I am starting to have a very loyal customer base. I know how to make big bucks off of alcoholism. Almost sad. But the business I work for thrives on these kind of people. We make shitloads of cash on getting people addicted to our product. So evil. But at the same time, all we are doing is supplying a service that is in demand. That the people want. It is their right to fuck up there lives if they want to. No matter what our moral stance on it may be. Or how uncomfortable it may make us feel. Some people need other things to cope with life. I can understand that. I have been there before. But dealing with from several angles I have gone through, I know that coping with substances is generally a bad idea. But we have to face the fact that there are just some people born into this world who aren't equipped to handle it. or they have just been so thoroughly traumatized by personal events that us well adjusted people could never understand their pain.

Haha. Not that I am saying I am well adjusted. But I am not doing to bad. I am still pretty fucked in the head. But I physically function in this world decently. A year or two ago I had assumed I would be someone who for my whole life would recieve a monthly check as opposed to one I earned every two weeks by hard work. Your mind set can change who you are. It really can. Now I am not on welfare in butt fuck no where. I live in one of the greatest cities in the world, dealing one of the greatest tasting substances there are. Rotten grapes. Crushed by barefooted protestants. Sais right on the bottle I swear! I don't understand people who believe in Satan but not God. They both are characters from the same fucking book! Goths are rediculously stupid and predictable. I think the idea of either is equally rediculous. So. Satan is more badass so it is cooler to believe in him? Come on people! You are in your twenties. Not sixteen. And Satan likes faggotry and buggery all you manly men wearing black and spikes and are homophobic. Satan is the one who encourages it. It ruins the sacred union of man and woman. Suck on that. Then suck a cock for your saviour Lord Satan. I am going to end on that note. I hope you all have a lovely day. I know I will. Cheers!