Fucking Shit

Today marks one month with no drugs or alcohol. Whoop dee fucking do! I don't feel any better or worse.



Buster and the little kids were off school today (day between 2nd and 3rd quarter). The sun was out, the skies blue and in the mid 50's. I called Moira this morning to see if Buster and I made the hour and a half drive to east butt fuck, if we could spend the afternoon and evening with the kids. I pondered heavily about this request, as I hated to think of the answer that would most likely leave the her lips. Needless to say, she was predictable in her refusal and once again I felt empty.



I put in a call to the drug evaluation place only to find that the woman who does the in-depth 3 month evaluations fell ill and is no longer working. Furthermore, it seems that she was the only person in the city doing this sort of collateral source checking, ball busting. I'm supposed to call back tomorrow and they might put me in touch with a lawyer who might be able to help, "for next to nothing". Forgive me for my lack of optimism, but the oxymoron of Lawyers and Next to nothing only make me think that they're talking about results.



Buster and I scouted out the market to see if I could street perform. Not enough foot traffic to make it worth my while. We headed to Ballard to visit Archie McPhee's. A cool shop I had heard of. I got out of the car a removed my sweatshirt, I had overdressed not knowing how chilly it would be. That distraction would prove to be a costly mistake as I forgot to feed the parking meter.



We came out of the store 20 minutes later to find two tickets on my windshield. FUCK THIS DAY!!!! I never should have got out of bed. The meter ticket was $30, then to add insult to injury, I was given another ticket for $38 for not having my front license plate on the front bumper. In Ohio, that is not a law. my plate was in the back seat as there is no hardware on my front bumper.