My lunch is peanut butter and beer.  Peanut butter is an excellent source of energy, and the lime in the beer is delicious.  My diet is kind of shit.  The morning is an acai pill downed with creatine tap water. Work is a cup of break room coffee.  Then the gas station, and a Vitamin Water, a Muscle Milk, and a protein bar.  Usually a sugar-free Red Bull halfway through the day.  Dinner, pick a fast food place.  That’s what’s fucking me up.

The heat got to me today, that and another customer screaming to get his way.  Hey America, if you didn’t know this already, let me let you in on a secret: you can get damn near anything you want if you scream loud enough and spend enough money.

Delivering to the ghetto, there was a cop car and everyone was standing on their lawns, wife beaters and do rags and kids playing on scooters.  Three children, babies really, had wandered across town, finally getting caught on a midget’s doorstep.  We assembled a bunk bed in a dark house with beaded curtains.

Two old gay cowboys ordered a bed.  Hanging on their wall, they had a painting of a cowboy taking a shower in an outdoor stall, bare white ass and cowboy hat and nothing else.

All of these interesting blips on an otherwise standard day of middle-aged housewives.