I used to go to Guitar Center in Irvine, California a lot, just so I could play the Jackson and B.C. Rich axes. Besides, I needed to stay awake so that I could go to sleep at a normal time on my nights off.
I fucking hated night shift, but it paid a dollar an hour more than days. What’s more, I’m not really a customer-oriented person (as if you haven’t guessed), because I don’t put up with crap from people who don’t sign my paychecks.
Like I always say, “I’m a whore, not a slave. So, fuck off.”
How customer-oriented am I? Okay, you axed for it:
One time, over twenty years ago, a woman looked for a book which was out of stock. When she looked over my shoulder as I searched the computer, she said: “The computer says you have ten.”
I immediately turned around and replied, “Ma’am, I’m an Atheist in here, and that means I don’t believe in the existence of anything that I don’t have my hands on. So, until it’s in my hand, and I give it to you, we ain’t got shit.”
You’re not wondering why I never made Employee of the Month, are you? I mean, it’s pretty fucking obvious.
And you thought this is just a character that I portray in cyberspace. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! This is who I am in real life-partially because of the fact that my prefrontal cortex is fucked up (source: Neurosci Bull April 1, 2015, 31(2): 198–206. http://www.neurosci.cn) and partially due to the fact that I simply have no patience for conservatives and other intellectual inferiors who refuse to accept scientific facts.
Meningitis is an inflammation of the lining of the brain (source: Meningitis. (2015). Nursing Standard (2014+), 30(3), 17. doi:http://dx.doi.org/10.7748/ns.30.3.17.s20). People who get hit with it suffer brain damage and often lose their sight, lose their hearing, and lose their limbs.
And God supposedly protected three men in a furnace which was heated seven times normal (Daniel 3;19).
As for my axes, I have a Jackson and a Fender acoustic in storage over in Irvine, California, but I had to buy two more guitars and another amplifier.
I have been able to work on my manual dexterity over the course of time, and I’m a hell of a lot better now than I was when I shot that little bit at Guitar Center in Irvine, California in 2011.
I don’t know why God allowed me to get meningitis-and He’d better have a damned good reason for it. Exodus 4:11 is something that I don’t accept. And if you have a child with a developmental disability, you shouldn’t either.