The nerve of it all -cutting my feed. What gumption. What audacity. No one cuts my feed. Those are my listeners. They paid good money to listen. Maybe I should not have been so quick to fire Dana and Frank. It was just temper. Maybe I can rehire. I will think about it. But not after what Dana said—I might go a bit over the top sometimes in support of GL but I do remember at her interview she said something like America hasn’t had a strong leader like that since FDR. Maybe that’s what we need now. That’s why I hired her. Frank is a different matter—fairly competent but something not right with that kid. He smiled in the wrong places. Always staring out to space when I am talking. Taking his time to bring me my Red Bull. Talking of which where is my flask of Johnny Red. Don’t say I Iost it. I checked my pockets as I waited for a cab to show up outside the arena. Walking a few blocks towards the downtown where the smoke and noise was emanating from, I ridiculously held out my arm outstretched signalling I was either suicidal masochist or desperate for a cab ride home. One of the female protestors must have recognized me and was going nuts—yelling “We are with you Ross.” That bolstered my spirits almost as much as the Johnny Red I was swigging from my flask. I waved back to her and she yelled from across the street “please come and join us” . I yelled back I have a plane to catch—going to DC to see if I can help GL form his new government. A cheer went up. As I was walking towards another major road that cut through the commercial district a cab pulled up. It was my lucky night. A few other people ran after it but I politely but firmly pushed them aside. “He pulled up for me you morons.. The Renaissance on Cassidy” The Arab or Indian cabbie I could not tell— both groups liked to display their family photographs as if the cab was their living room. I guessed Indian because the amount of gold trinkets attached to the rear view mirror—Indians loved their gold. What a a fucking life driving a cab these days I thought as I sat back in the quite roomy Hundai Sonata. How the hell do they do business when Uber is so much more efficient and cheaper. I suspected that it was from getting their business from big sporting events like this one. I guess they get an additional bump when the cell phone network goes down like tonight. Way to go free market—there is a place for everyone and an opportunity for anyone to earn an honest dollar. .
Dave's Rocky Journey to a New Self
Dave's Rocky Journey to a New Self
Dave's Rocky Journey to a New Self
The nerve of it all -cutting my feed. What gumption. What audacity. No one cuts my feed. Those are my listeners. They paid good money to listen. Maybe I should not have been so quick to fire Dana and Frank. It was just temper. Maybe I can rehire. I will think about it. But not after what Dana said—I might go a bit over the top sometimes in support of GL but I do remember at her interview she said something like America hasn’t had a strong leader like that since FDR. Maybe that’s what we need now. That’s why I hired her. Frank is a different matter—fairly competent but something not right with that kid. He smiled in the wrong places. Always staring out to space when I am talking. Taking his time to bring me my Red Bull. Talking of which where is my flask of Johnny Red. Don’t say I Iost it. I checked my pockets as I waited for a cab to show up outside the arena. Walking a few blocks towards the downtown where the smoke and noise was emanating from, I ridiculously held out my arm outstretched signalling I was either suicidal masochist or desperate for a cab ride home. One of the female protestors must have recognized me and was going nuts—yelling “We are with you Ross.” That bolstered my spirits almost as much as the Johnny Red I was swigging from my flask. I waved back to her and she yelled from across the street “please come and join us” . I yelled back I have a plane to catch—going to DC to see if I can help GL form his new government. A cheer went up. As I was walking towards another major road that cut through the commercial district a cab pulled up. It was my lucky night. A few other people ran after it but I politely but firmly pushed them aside. “He pulled up for me you morons.. The Renaissance on Cassidy” The Arab or Indian cabbie I could not tell— both groups liked to display their family photographs as if the cab was their living room. I guessed Indian because the amount of gold trinkets attached to the rear view mirror—Indians loved their gold. What a a fucking life driving a cab these days I thought as I sat back in the quite roomy Hundai Sonata. How the hell do they do business when Uber is so much more efficient and cheaper. I suspected that it was from getting their business from big sporting events like this one. I guess they get an additional bump when the cell phone network goes down like tonight. Way to go free market—there is a place for everyone and an opportunity for anyone to earn an honest dollar. .