There was the guy who left but came back after his third DUI forced him to live with his parents. There was the guy who married a girl for six months leaving just enough time for her to ruin his credit and steal every dime he had. There was the guy who married a mail-order Russian bride getting a teenage son as part of the deal. There was the owner's son who could never be a functional addict like his father. There was the guy who was an heir to a 1000 acres who died way too young.
They were all good guys. But just like me, they were fuck-ups.
The thing about being a fuck-up is like any other addiction. You never get past it. No matter how many times you don't fuck-up, you know a fuck-up is coming. That knowing can eat you alive. It gnaws and chews at your stomach. It sucks at your soul. You never escape it. Most men learn how to put up a confident facade, but that knowing will always be there.
Maybe it is original sin, maybe it is the curse of knowledge, maybe it is me. But:
"Tonight, tonight the highway's bright
Out of our way, mister, you best keep
'Cause summer's here and the time is right
For racin' in the street."
Out of our way, mister, you best keep
'Cause summer's here and the time is right
For racin' in the street."
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On the topic of fuck-ups, I think working at a grocery store is not so bad in the grand scheme. Your last paragraph is just a gigantic automatic negative thought, so I won't discuss it further. However, in the it could always be worse category, I present to you "I survived a japanese game show." It should be good for a quick laugh.
http://www.hulu.com/watch/81983/i-survived-a-japanese-game-show-week-3
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