Lately I have been working on several ideas that may shake the very foundation of what I normally do. Although what I normally do is sit (sit at my desk at work, sit on the couch, sit on the toilet) these new ideas may very well involve more sitting, however what I do while sitting will change. I have been playing a lot of online games at work, and so much so that I very well may start a new blog reviewing these games I play. That is thought number 1, thought number 2 is to continue to work on my long long long long anticipated book "Man Poems, poems for men" I thought to make that a blog and if it works out I'll just make a book after the blog. I've seen it done, don't challenge me. Thought number 3 is to write witty articles (not like this one) as to get my ass in gear for the upcoming comedy festival that I gave the idea to people who are more motivated than I am to get the ball rolling. So now I'm in a comedy festival without any of the work. There must be a job like that somewhere...
Also, I have been in the process of joining the Air Force. But why? Well, to maybe find that lack of motivation, get debt paid off, and I have been playing with the idea of changing my focus in life from terrible comedian / flaky writer to public relations. Even though I don't get out much, I am not an awkward fella when it comes to socializing. I represent myself well (minus this blog) and I can represent other people well... as well. Plus I am convinced there is no plausible way of leaving Montana on your own. After several failed attempts of my own, I don't care what your thoughts are, because it is fucking impossible. I have now determined that will be the meaning of today's blog.
Fuck. You. Montana. Why are you so poor?
Fuck. You. Montana. Why is there nothing to do?
Fuck. You. Montana. My definition of fun does not involve a ski-doo.
So, I have been planning to escape Montana ever since I was brought over on the slave ship at the age of 10. I had a great life in Seattle, was the founder and chairman of my own club, and was surrounded by like minded people who had money, and rational thoughts. When I first came to Kalispell, MT I was made the brunt of jokes by the dirty dirty poor poors. Ever since I had several ideas of leaving. They go as follows, trying to go to school out of state, moving to l.a. for work after graduating college, move to chicago to go back to school. All. Have. Failed.
I don't know which is worse to either fail at all of those or to try to start all over again at $10 an hour in a city that should list "decline hobo's for money" as a recreational activity.
This is off topic but I have to mention, I made a map of downtown missoula with the Poverello Center (homeless shelter) on it, with it's address and ph# which I now give to the homeless when they ask for money. Some may see this as noble, but really I am doing it because I am so tired of saying no to them. In one instance a homeless man asked me for money because he was starving, and I told him to go to the Poverello center. He didn't know what that was or where it was, so the idea of the map sprouted form there. I only wish I had my "leave me alone and shut your mouth" map at that time.
Montana, oh how you have no industry. Even the medical marijuana business that was once blessed to people to start here has been taken away. The one business that had an industry where poor people, the common joe could start a business and make good money at was taken away. I mean I honestly feel Montana wants to keep its citizens poor and after bills are paid only have a few hundred dollars to live off of. Unacceptable Montana. So now, that I know what the problem is in this state, I hope someone will do something about it, because all I do, is sit.
