Blog 10-27-2011

Hey its drew here again, and today I'd like to talk about my feelings... Just Playing! Id really like to talk about my week and all the crazy shit that's happened to me. Well lets see, I went to jack in the box a few times, and bakers. Now this may seem like no big thing to talk about but you don't understand how hard it is to order fast food when my grandfather is driving. He recently got into a car accident and totaled his Cadillac (this guy is 90 years old by the way), and now he is driving a 1980's style rape van with only two windows that open. The two front ones...Now this means I have to yell over my grandfather while ordering the food. Now its already hard enough for the people at bakers to understand that I want a boca burger and not a chicken sandwich, or for them to put potato's on my girlfriends burrito and not TOMATOES!!! And ordering is only half of the problem. We still have to get the food. And believe me this is a fucking challenge. I have to take off my seat belt, climb over my grandfather and grab drinks and bags of food, then remember to ask for ketchup and hot sause and if they don't put the recipt in the bag grandpa blows a fucking gasket. Then after you get home you usually realize that your order got fucked up, soaked in wayyyy too much grease, burnt to a crisp or luke warm. And being that i'm poor this is usually my only meal of the day...

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Hey it's Drew here. This is my first blog on the site and i'm pretty excited to share it with you. Basicly i plan on talking about my life and what I do everyday. So why not start with today? Well this afternoon i was smoking a cigarette and a homeless person walked by house and asked me if I had a razor blade (i'm not lying here). I asked the guy why he needed a razor blade and he showed me his finger nail, it was about 2 inches long and was hanging off of the mans finger ready to snap. It looked painful, however I didn't happen to have a razor blade so I told the man i'm sorry I can't help you. He then asked me if I had 20 cents which i did and he went on with his day. Now this may seem like a weird random incident to you but I deal with people like this everyday. You see I live in San Bernardino, California, about 100 miles out from la. And for the last 20 years my city has been in a major depression. Its basically the Detroit of California. And i've seen some things that you couldn't imagine just sitting outside on my pourch. For example, in the middle of summer a woman walked by house and asked me "boy arn't you cold", I replied with "no its pretty hot out here haha" and then she tells me "well its freezing over here, i forgot to bring my jacket with me". Now you have to realize it was at least 105 degrees that day. With that said the people I meet on a daily basis give me hope for the future. They make me see that someday when i'm 50 years old walking down those same streets maybe I too can harass some nice man on his pourch.