Bud’s Blog
Hi, my names Bud. Im a freind of Jacks. He says hes tired and wants a night off from writing this blog of his so he can watch some tv. I told him maybe I should try writing a blog. Maybe that would be something Id be good at. ;he said knock yourself out. Just don’t fuck up[ the laptop. He said that. He said I could curse and shit. Hope that;s okay with youall. Jack and I go way back. Wev’ve been friends since like the second grade. Of corse once we got out of high school our lives went in difrent direrectons. He went off to college and I kinda pissed around figuring out what I might be good at. I tried working on cars but I’d no sooner rip one off and start taking it aprart so that I could undrstand how they work t;hen the cops’d show up and I’d have to give it back and you know go to jail and shit like that. I was only 19 wen I got sent up the 1st time. I was encarsorated 5 times for caR theft alone. That was back in the days before the 3 strikes and your out laws. I mean what kind of b=ullshit is that 3 strkes and yhor out? Nowadays a guy you know knokcs off a convenhyence store 3 times and just because he done it 3 times hes gonna get locked up for fucking life. A guy robs a store 3 times hes just crying out for help if you ask me. Society don’t see it that way I guess. Judges are laying down some bigass sentences now. I know a guy who robbed a frigging toll booth for a lousy $50 and got caught. The judge gave him 10 years. He said it was because of the gun, manditory sentencing and shit like that. You know its like if he didnt have the gun the dude in the tollbooth is not gonna give him the money. So he gets penalized extra for doing the crime the way its supposed to be done. Does that make sense? Now some dude goes up to the toll booth and starts waving his finger around, pertending hes got a gun and demanding money, yeah, they should lock him up for 10 years. That guys a fucking moron. Anway, Im done with that thieving shit. I don’t wanna go to jail no more. Ive got a job I like ok. Im what you call a traffic counter. Me and my partner we have these clicker things you know and every time a car comes by we gotta count it. Transprotation planning. You know so they can figure out where to put the new roads and shit. Only I don’t actually do none of the counting. Jason does all that. Mostly I just lays back and thinks. Really that’s what id like to do all the time. Think. Id like to find a place to work where they was looking for a thinker like me. Cause you know I’d walk into the intraview and theyd know right away that this guys a big thinker. I got a lot of good ideas. I just need to get somebody to listen to me. I came up with the idea for light dimmers. You probably didn’t know that. I was in the slammer and there was this bright lite outside my cell and I was thinking to myhself woudnt it be nice if I could dim that damn lite so it didn’t shine in my eyes like that. Sure enough I get outta jail and somebody went and invented light dimmers and now there so popular everybodys got em. But hey that don’t matter, nobodys gonna hire me to do no thinking anyway. Ill just continue to do it in my spare time. Sooner or later I’/ll get lucky and invent something people cant live without and get rich and I wont have to worry about nothing no more. Itll happen. Things are starting to work out for me. I got a girlfriend Kristen. Shes smart and sweet and very kind to me. I really look up to her. She’s got big tits. We’ll probably get married one day. I can see that. I got plans. Im not gonna screw up this time. Jack sees that. He understands me. Its been great living in his basment. I don’t know where id be without my good buddy Jack. Well, listen, its been great bloggin and shit with you all. But I gotta go down to the circle k to get some smokes. “Gimme a pack of Marlboros asshole and everything that’s in the cash drawer or ill blow your fucking head off!” Hey, Im just kidding. Pretty funny huh? Damn. I gotta get my own blog.
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