And it isn’t even Christmas yet!
I’m over 40, and I’ve only had two serious relationships. One dumped me for another woman, and the other one called the wedding off. Laid off from my rather good job, took five months to find a crappy job in my new home, and I was laid off from that one the day I found out my mom was in hospital. Been out of work since. Mom died. Income from the video gigs is going into the upcoming film, and even though we’re planning to start shooting in four weeks it seems to be taking forever. I have a cracked molar. I’m too fat. I gave up smoking for a week, but discovered I was grinding my teeth – which caused the cracked tooth in the first place. Got some photos of an actress we’re considering for a part in the film and she’s nearly exactly ‘my type’ – 5’ 2", 34B, dark hair. Of course if she’s chosen for the part I won’t make a move. I’m too old and fat. Besides, women like someone with a bit more experience. Gasoline is too expensive. I have a ton of stuff to sell on eBay, but can’t get motivated to post it. I haven’t been flying in years. Flying defines me, dammit!
Or maybe it’s just that I read Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes (a couple of weeks ago) and 'Tis (today). That would make anyone melancholy.
Did you looking for sympathy, or is this a thread a call for competing tales of woe? Because if it is, my life sucks pretty bad too.
If it’s sympathy you want, you’ve got mine. Tough times, man. [commiserates] Though I have to say the stuff before mentioning the actress has rather more pathos than the stuff after it. Weren’t you unemployed a sentence or two ago?
I am, pretty much. The video thing is weird. I’m sort-of a partner (not on paper), and haven’t been paid anything in months. (Okay, I did get a .22 pistol as partial payment. But it’s for the film.) I don’t actually have a job.
Just had to get it out, is all. I think the books just pushed me over the edge.
Dude, step away from the Frank McCourt! :eek:
(And then get your ass out to the East Coast, and I’ll buy you a beer or two…:D)
Ok, I just realized that the part about your ass was probably a little too familiar. Sorry. I blame happy hour, which – 4 hours ago though it was – made me feel all happy and social and, apparently, prone to overfamiliarity. Hopefully neither you nor your ass are offended. 
Dude. You can HAVE my wife, and my kids, and my fucking job, too. Can I have your house in B-town? I’m 38. I’ll even trade ages with you if you’ll do this deal with me. Did I mention I have a classic auto for my primary ride? And that I live 5 minutes from a municipal airport?
Oh yeah, and definitely ditch the McCort. Took me 8 months to get through Angela’s Ashes. Great writer but miserable, miserable story! Very well written tho.
Blow the dust off your copy of The River Why. You do have a copy of The River Why, don’t you?