Star of Trash

"You are trash."

That is what I have been told.

"All you do is sit around and do nothing. You get paid to sit on your ass and then you steal everything that is not nailed down."

I have listened to this time and time again from a disheveled older generation who no longer knows their ass from a hole in the ground.

"liars and thieves, all you are."

i love this level of hypocrisy and bullshit. we are evil, the devil. the people who do nothing but sit on our ass and steal, but then grandma or mom decides to go out driving after a couple to many at the local deadbeat middle aged hang out. You know em. The 40 and 50 somethings who think they know it all cause they grew up in the late 70s or the early 80s. Whoopy fucking do, you grew up in an age of hot pants and bad jeans. That does not give you the right to be a complete fucking snot.

But back to my point, mom is out after having a few. She can make it home, it is only 20 minutes away right. What can possibly happen?

i tell you fucking happens, mom hits a fuckin kid. That's what happens. All the sudden the world becomes much more real.

"Did i really just do that?" is the thought.

"I can buy my way out." is normally the rationalizing that follows. "We know a lawyer." Don't even begin to get me fucking started on this little whimsy. What good are laws if they are not followed, or ENFORCED. You drive drunk and hurt or kill someone, you should be FUCKED. You drive drunk at all, you should be FUCKED by the long arm of the law side-ways with a little grape being held in the fore fingers. You drive drunk, you lose your license. 'Nuff said. You are a grown fucking person, ignorance is not an excuse. If you don't know your drunk, and you are hot, give me your number, i know some guys that would like to meet you. Truth of the matter is, I have sat in courtrooms and seen people get clear of DUIs, for not once, not twice, but the third fucking time. Great.

back to fuck-tard mom.

Then we show up. Lights blazing, sirens wailing, and low and behold, you become our best fucking friend. "I am so glad you are hear. I'm sorry i never fucking yield to you, or drop any money into the boot drive you hold every couple of months for TRULY FUCKED CHILDREN. I'm sorry I do not want to help out with the Fund raisers or public education seminars you hold for the betterment of society."

Suck it up, we know what has happened when we talk to you and smell the breath.

You're fucked, you're plowed. We hate you at that moment.

But unlike you, we remain composed and professional. A part of us is able to hold on to what it means to be human, and try and realize that you might actually have a shred of decency in you. We do not start referring to you as a dead beat, or a lush, or a bad parent. We instead try and treat you. We take care of the bloody mess your face is after smashing it into the steering wheel because you were not wearing your seat belt. One of our people goes and gets your wallet that has flown half way down the street. We collect the belongings from your car, all while rendering the best aid IN THE WORLD to YOU. Mr. and Mrs. i don't give a fuck about anything other than myself. Your kids are outta control, you are mortgaged out the ass (thanks for the market crash BTW, shit heads. Live within your fucking means, if you don't have it, you were not meant to get it. Try WORKING and saving instead of fucking borrowing.)

Back to us. We are not just the best in the fucking city, or the state, or even the nation, the ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD. You think my profession is bad here (which you are a fucking illiterate-uneducated liar if you do) then you should see the rest of the world. I had a friend who felt SAFER taking me with him on a trip and i was not even the highest level of medical certification that one can be in this nation. That is how bad the world is.

This lady is going to get worked. The kid is going to die when it is all said and done. Kid vs. moving car. Car wins. 2 pts for the drunk bitch. But I tell you what is going to happen. After the crew pours their SOULS into that kid. Giving every little piece of what they have to make sure a parent can still come home and see their son, we are gunna get fucked. We are going to get sued. Someone is going to come after us after all we did. Why? Cause happiness equates to money. My kid is worth so much. My face that I fuckin wrecked on the steering wheel is worth so much.

We give every measure to those we try and help. I cannot begin to tell you that even the most jaded one of us, still has a heart, and it beats strong. No matter how cold and calloused, you cannot be in the job unless you care. And we do. To a fault. And we get fucked. To a fault. I personally have sacrificed everything to do what I do. Comfort, income, health, stability, I have thrown this all away to pursue this. When the end of the world comes, I am gonna be at the tip of the spear trying to hold it off, not at the handle worrying about my fucking BMW or mortgage.

I AM that big of a fucking idealist. I am going to be able to stand in front of st. Pete at the pearly gates and say I fucking did something for my fellow man and his drunk ass bitch of a wife.

Why do all this? Cause accepting things for what they are does not make it right. Just because some folks are shit heads, does not give me the right to be one as well. Just because big business pollutes and KILLS us and the world, does not make it right.

Back to 2-booze-honey.

No-one gives a shit. The vast majority would not even miss us. Till they are fucked. Then we start looking for their hero's again.

News flash folks. The world is going to shit. We care NOTHING about anyone else. Those precious few that do are silenced by big business or wealthy media tycoons who do not like to hear the truth. I tell you what I am fucking doing, I am buying fucking real estate. Where we live is going to be worth a fortune soon. Maybe I can make some money off the X-ers who realize the palatial estate in the fucking palisades might not have been such a hot idea. What gave you the fucking the clue. ITS A FUCKING DESERT, or did you lose the weakest of your children to a cougar. Who, I might add, is the real hero there. Thank you Mr. cougar for thinning the heard of winy fucking stick children who would be dead by the age of 10 in a normal world. I love looking at teenagers today. If they turn sideways, I do not have to look at much for 2 long.

back to happy-hour-Helen.

"Why didn't you save my nose?" cause we were busy fucking making sure you could breath.

"My face hurts." Hello, you just smashed into into a steering wheel.

"Did i hit something?" you just killed a kid.

"Well that is worth 100,000 dollars."

"Lazy thief."

Fuck you cunt, have another.