FireLine.

To all those who are forgotten and reminded of who they once were, We are lost and tired from our journey, but don't worry we are close to the ending.

I'm your F**king nightmare.

I feel like a loser some days, but on some I feel like a king. although more often than not its the former...I don't know if it's the lack of a job, car, or what but I'm wearing out. hopefully thing will change, they have to.

Air_Ride

Today is just another boring day, but I did get to do something to satisfy my boredom, I got to change brakes on a for pickup. Other than that I finally set up my blogger to Facebook post besides that it looks like it's going to rain again....god I hope not. it's either that or it's like 95 here.

A day in the life...

It's Tuesday and it's now been a full week without my own place, and despite the aggravation of not having everything where I can easily get to it, this hasn't been to bad (to me at least). Things can only look up from here I have options now, something I haven't had open to me in quite awhile, so if this thing I have going on here doesn't last, I have a backup plan. It's strange really..things are good despite the "trauma" to me.

Everyday is exactly the same....'cept today

I know it's been awhile since I've posted but up until a little of a week ago, nothing much changed in my life, I had the same job until I quit in march, I had a place to lay my head at night no matter when I came home, In all aspects I had security. Then everything i had taken for granted for so long was falling apart, my friends were starting to turn on each other, my mom wasn't able to pay the rent, my ability to get money was waning, the foundation of my life was deteriorating before my eyes, but then I found hope in the form of a '98 BMW 740iL that somebody had listed on Craigslist for $3k, now as you probably know I didn't have the three thousand he was asking for, but I remember my great aunt telling me that she would help me get a "truck" so I figured that the offer would be just as good for a car, right? well go figure she liked me enough to loan me the money to buy the car, the the day after I got the money we went and met the man selling the car, and we come to find out that he was also selling the house the car was at, but considering our luck he had to talk to his wife first, so after that everything was fine, I had a car (that ran, and was a awesome car) we got tags & registration plus it had insurance for another month, so all i really needed was a job and I was fucking set. Well things wouldn't see it that way, when I was driving around all day looking for work i got tired and drove home, well the computer in the car said 18 more miles to empty, so i figured I'd be fine without getting gas in it, well i got into my neighborhood and on the last hill before i got to my complex the car sputtered out and cut off, well since I believed the car computer i figured something was wrong with the car and it wasn't just out of gas. So my mom called john over to look at the car to see if he could figure out what was wrong with it, and after 10 minutes he told me that I was just out of gas plain and simple. He then proceeded to try to dry start the car the octane booster in the tank somehow thinking that this would get it running again. After he left because we couldn't get it started at all, me and my mom had it towed to her "mechanic" because he worked on "imports" and could defiantly fix the car. So the next day he calls her and tells us that my fuel pump is completely dead and i needed a new one with the price ringing in over $450, obviously I couldn't pay that so we looked of cheaper alternatives to his price, well i found a tested good pump in a salvage yard for $50 and with the knowledge to install it me and Blake installed it. but after all that hard work it still didn't start but, it did run with starting spray, so it still sits waiting for me to get it running again. To add to the injury of having my car die on me, we had eviction papers filed and we had to go to court on the 1st to file a answer, well we "won" but the victory was still shallow, we had a week to vacate the apartment. Fast forward to the 8th where I felt dead not only from moving for four days straight, but also from being depressed that my world was gone, and was back to square one. I had fallen asleep around 8:45am but since i was over at john's house I woke back up at 10 and had to deal with john and his kids and a host of other thing I dare not remember, so with my mom still looking at houses and other shit i posted on Facebook my situation and Blake's mom said I could stay at their place, but i would need to get a job asap, which obviously was the plan anyway, so I called them and gave them john's address where they came to pick me up, which is where i am now, and hopefully things will pick up for me, because if they don't I can't be.