i am waiting for the sun to set. once it is dark i am going to stretch out all my muscle's and do some push ups on the side of our rig. it is nice now because the ground isn't covered in ice and snow. we have been sitting for a couple hours with nothing going on and this is the part of the job i struggle with. i like taking point. i like sweating. i like being alone in the jungle , nervous , hungry , alert , and viscous. i want to be on the grind , fighting with all i have. anything else is un-fufilling to me. a vast majority of my colleague's get agitated when we are swamped in calls. they much prefer to get paid for watching their asses expand and stomachs swell. to be honest , a lot of these people are a fucking joke to me. they are spoiled in convenience and content to be stagnate. to each their own , but stay the fuck out of my way.
it is friday night and i am hoping we can get into some shit. i know that might interfere with my partners endless viewing of youtube videos , (see beer pong footage set to music) but i just want to do some work. friday nights have always been my favorite out here. there is something special about watching the sunset and preparing for battle , as the majority of the populace begins to unwind and forget about their 9-5 grinds. i am always so damn grateful to be out here. three days ago marked my one year anniversary out here on the street. a fair amount of time has gone by quickly. being on the road is like that... the twelve and fourteen hour days just turn into years gone by like forgotten summers drenched in childhood and fresh lake air. i can no longer imagine doing much else than being out here in one capacity or another..... invisible and waiting to serve and help you only when absolutely necessary.
for the first time in about seventeen years i have not smoked a cigarette in almost five full days now , and i do not plan on doing so ever again. i finally divorced the fucking cigarettes. i feel strong , healthy , and .....
ready.
i want as much as i can get and i want it right now.
bring the shit.
i want it to hurt.
5 comments:
I like this. Full of energy. STrength calls to strength.
Congrats on putting down the cigarettes.
From my vantage point, there is a lot of pain and anger in the world and in each of us. You seem to use yours in service to others. I appreciate the depth of that.
Thanks, stopping by here is always insightful.
If a skunk can't smell itself then how do you know about your farts? Maybe it's the gas that makes your co-workers ready for indolence. {;-P}
It's been a year? That passed really quickly!
Fingers crossed you keep the ciggies at bay.
Great you stopped smoking..yeah thats one good divorce.
just be strong now and dont go crawlin back to ur ex :)
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