....I Have.... Returned.....

Good.

Evening.

From Philadelphia....

24-hour workdays....

I left out Friday morning and wasn't feeling very well to begin with.

Limited sleep, about 4-hours.

Then trudging through the workday.

I am being forced to move faster and get up out of here.

Because living in this room and paying this RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF MONEY.

Is starting to take its toll on not only My Health, but My Patience with People.

The ONE THING I have typed to you all time and again, is the fact that because of the nature of My Dayjob. It allows for me to work on Williams Works. But the Reality is people keep telling me time-n-again to simply stop paying rent here at this room and just say fuck them and save all I need and move and worry about whatever else later.

And that might work FOR WHITE PEOPLE.

It NEVER.

Works for Us as Black Americans OR BLACK PEOPLE IN GENERAL.

I'm watching how nobody is saying shit about how water is running out in Johannesburg. 

And while that APPEARS TO BE RANDOM, it is actually TO MY POINT.

When Whites or Their Slaves, FUCK UP?!

Everybody tends to get a bad case of lockjaw and trap-jaw where they can't quite open their filthy mouths. But when any of Us fuck up, you can't shut people up, SO!? I have said it before and I'll type it again RIGHT NOW. I am leaving out this room for rent the way I am SUPPOSED TO. Rent Paid. No bullshit. AND!? A working reference regardless of all else. I intend to leave out THE RIGHT WAY. With the primary lesson being, DON'T FUCK UP LIKE THIS EVER AGAIN.

So why HAVEN'T I posted?

Because by the time I got close to the end of my Friday shift. A guard-called out. I got the call from My Superior for the OT. And while I was physically ill and fucked up and tired, all I kept thinking is the fact that I HAVE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE! And as long-time readers know, the last time I posted THIS VIDEO...!?

I was trapped working at Wendy's, and, just as I promised. I ESCAPED TO A BETTER JOB! Now it is time TO ESCAPE TO A PLACE WORTHY OF MY HARD-EARNED MONEY! 

 

So the moment I got the call from My Superior for the Extra Hours, I JUMPED ON IT! I realized that by doing so I was risking My Dayjob, because as I stated, WE CANNOT SLEEP WHILE ON-DUTY. So I decided to GAMBLE and HOPE that I could GET ENOUGH SLEEP during my downtime between the End of My Normal Shift. And the START of 3rd-Shift.

It was so bizarre to see the Shuttlebus-driver actually finish His Routes and LEAVE while I was still sitting in the Guard-shack. Even he looked perplexed to see me sitting there as HE went home. To be totally honest, My Mother told me point-blank "You are one of the Toughest People I know." and she was saying it out of respect but also out of concern because she knew and knows that it hasn't been a good thing at times too. We had a LONG TALK. And since I don't own a car, I can't leave from there and then get back in time. Never mind the fact that I was also dead tired. I knew if I left I wasn't coming back and I'd already committed to doing the shift.

Friday really reminded me of the fact that unless I REALLY GET BACK TO MY DAILY WORKOUT, which have been DERAILED by my MULTITUDE OF INJURIES. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH! One coworker told me on Friday "There are times when you walk around like your body!? My man, you walk like somebody whose spent their life fighting or some shit, like, FIGHTING, FIGHT!"

I laughed it off, waved it off. But in reality it is the accumulation of fighting that has started to catch up to me. HA!? I just remembered that Orthopedist from last year who kept bullshitting me when I had medical insurance through the Welfare Office. He needed a referral to do an MRI on My Knees after doing X-rays and finding nothing. But Him and His Staff kept gawking at Me and asking Me "Can't you hear that? What is that, Your Knees are making a clicking sound, doesn't that hurt?"

And this is where the "Superhuman Black People"-stereotypes come from. Whites, only worry about losing Their Jobs due to call outs after an absurd amount or fuck-up's or UNLESS THE JOB WAS SCUM-BAG SHITTY ALREADY. But for MOST OF US as Black Americans, MINOR SHIT, costs Us Our Jobs. Again, no thanks to Black Previous Generations who thought Integration and DIVESTMENT FROM BUSINESS-OWNERSHIP AND CONTROL, was "The Right Way" for Us to go. But Friday everything caught-up to Me. And of course. I kept going forward anyway. I think it should be obvious what ultimately happened.

Yes, I made it through the shift. Yes I made it through 24-hours straight. And yes that shit caught up to me SOON AS 6am EST hit. I managed to catch the 6:13am EST 68-bus and GET OUTTA THERE without having to walk the full way back to AT&T-station. But the moment I sat down on that bus. Getting up became a PROBLEM! Then getting down to the subway. Then switching to the EL. Then getting back and instead of being able to simply take my lumbering ass to bed, RENT WAS DUE! And that meant having to GO TO THE GODDAMN BANK TO DEPOSIT MY FUCKIN RENT! So of course the little sleep I TRIED TO GET was FUCKED UP!

Got the rent paid, trudged back here.

And PROMPTLY PASSED OUT! 

I've pretty much been ASLEEP!

SINCE SATURDAY!

 And I see that you've been triple-checking Stacey, since you already know I ALWAYS POST.

EVERYDAY.

And YES it is a BAD SIGN when I don't post.

Thank You for the concern, and for the reader reading this, NO.

She DID NOT CALL ME.

What I did find is a ridiculous amount of searches in My Stats that ONLY COME FROM HER.

If Friday and this weekend in general taught Me Anything it is that I need to get out of this Room IMMEDIATELY and to an apartment where I can first and foremost, have ENOUGH ROOM FOR ALL OF MY SHIT! All of My Paintings are STUCK IN A CLOSET! I'm piling up artwork to such a degree that I'm RUNNING OUT OF ROOM TO STORE IT IN HERE! I don't have MY PRIVACY! With MY OWN KITCHEN and BATHROOM and FOR THE RECORD. Things have been happening that NO I am NOT TYPING ABOUT THEM ON HERE. Suffice it to say I am DOING WHAT I AM SUPPOSED TO BE DOING. But it is NO DIFFERENT than what Jason Black and Dr. Boyce Watkins talk about, We DON'T MAKE ENOUGH MONEY. So when REAL EMERGENCIES COME UP, then We have to ADDRESS THE EMERGENCIES and it USUALLY ZEROS US OUT!

Another thing now is that I'm constantly drawing NEW ARTWORK TO SUCH AN EXTENT!? That My Microns and Prismacolor-Markers ARE GETTING RUN THROUGH NOW LIKE WATER! And NONE OF THEM ARE CHEAP TO REPLACE! >_< So Me Buying Art Programs is also becoming a FINANCIAL NEED-N-GAIN, TOO! But most importantly, MORE IMPORTANTLY THAN THAT. I stretched Myself TOO THIN TWO WEEKENDS IN A ROW. Because Last Weekend I worked damn near 24-hours straight too, so...? And I didn't even get into that and it is DEFINITELY, something I NEED TO ADDRESS ON HERE. But with ALL THIS TYPED...!?

It is after 12am EST.

And of course.

The Dayjob Awaits.

Lemme get these posts Up and then CALL IT A NIGHT.