No More Mr. Nice Guy!
I'm so fucking frustrated right now! What does a person have to do around this place. I just got a letter from the DMV concerning my license hearing. Turned down again! I haven't driven in several years and I've been behaving for so fucking long. They want me to go to AA meetings. I go to AA meetings. Everything that I've been required to do, I've done it over and over. Last year, I was turned down, but I expected it. The first time, it happens. Here we go again and this time, I'm trying to be positive. And its just like another kick in the stomach. I should have just lied to the damn man! I played it honest and straight and have been for so damn long.. and it doesn't pay. Am I good risk to have a license? There is no way in hell I would ever think about drinking and driving again so where that's concerned, yeah, I am. I could have gotten away with driving around here. That wouldn't be a problem. So many others do and hell, I know and get along with 98% of the local police anyhow. Unless I was doing something totally outrageous, I would be OK. But no, I decided to play it straight and make like a freakin' boy scout. For so damn long, I wouldn't even go to Wal Mart unless someone was around to drive me. What? Almost five years now? And what does behaving and following the laws and playing by the book get me? Not a damn thing! I'm so frustrated right now, I just can't think straight! Damn!
I'm going in the morning to talk to a lawyer and see what, if anything can be done about this. DMV says it can't be appealed and I have to wait again until November of 2006 to apply again, but I'm sure that something can be done. It's just a money-racket anyhow. We all know that and if you have money or the right influence, what applies to others doesn't apply to you. I don't have money and I don't have much influence, but I sure as hell know how to raise a big stink with DMV. Fuck them and fuck their ruling. My life has been on hold for too damn long because of one stupid night eight years ago. I'm through with the bullshit and sitting around waiting for DMV to tell me that I can have a life again. Whatever I have to do - I'm going to do it. No more Mr. Nice Guy!
Damn! I've got a headache! I want a beer, but I'll be happy with my pepsi. See that! If I was the alcoholic that they think I am, I'd be headed to the store for a 12-pack right about now! Hell, after these past couple of weeks, I'd be staying smashed out of my mind - but I'm not. I don't want alcohol or drugs. All I want is some peace of mind and some understanding! Too much craziness and too much insanity! No wonder people become drunks after dealing with the daily B.S. like this. Hell, I think I'm going to bed! I can feel my blood pressure racing and I need to lay down before I get too pissed off and have a stroke. Ooops! Too late! I'm already pissed off! Geez!
Oh yeah - about across the road. G. is locked up - I talked to H. today and we're cool. She's torn - somewhat relieved, but also upset. But G. brought it on himself. But she's been staying at her parents house -that's why no one has been home!
Hell, I'm going to bed! Later!


