Showing posts from November, 2010

Chestnuts and Pepsi

The holidays are upon us. One very lucid memory of The Old Lady I have is the fall and winter time ritual of eating chestnuts and watching xmas specials on TV. Now a chestnut is small brown soft fruit that you cook in the oven, or roast over an open fire. You know the song. I guess eating chestnuts is sort of an North Eastern or Italian thing. I noticed yesterday when I was out shopping, there were little bags of chestnuts on a shelf that said "Italian Chestnuts" on them. They were actually small and pathetic looking. It must be a Virginia screw-up. Importing the wrong kind, no doubt.

Around Halloween, The Old Lady would pick up a giant bag of chestnuts from the bulk barrel at the local Price-Chopper, the fall time is the only time of year when you can buy them. The Old Lady would normally spend about $200 a week on groceries. She'd get on pounds of jewelry and makeup and have The Old Man or one of the sons to drive her to the store. Yeah, she never learned to drive! I u…

Fun with Xanax

Like most people who are teetering on the edge with mental instabilities, I have come to the conclusion that I have absolutely no control over my life. So I have decided that trudging away at life sitting in a prison-blue colored cubicle is simply idiotic. I am now on a quest to find a job that I like and fulfills me somehow. Now, I have looked on and I couldn't find any jobs for International Playboy listed. I'm going to keep looking.

Maybe something dangerous might suit me. Bombsquad? High-tension wire biter? There has to be something. Why is it that most people toil away in a job and hope by the end of their career, they have enough money to retire on and then die. Is that what life is about? It's just wretchedly sad. It's no wonder I drink.