Huaco Kid

Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I can't get by with my nine to Five and I can't provide the right type of Life for my family 'cause man, these God damn food stamps don't buy diapers (this is where it gets fast. You need to know this. Goodbye Felicia. Or go home.) And its no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer This is my life and these times are so hard And it's getting even harder tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor caught up between bein' a father and a prima-donna Baby mama drama screamin' on and too much For me to want to say in one spot, another jam or not Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got To formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only mother****in' option, failures not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go is my shot Feet fail me not 'cause maybe the only opportunity that I got

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

No more games, I'm a change what you call rage Tear this mother****in' roof off like two dogs caged I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin' and stepwritin' the next cipher

Before I got this job (15 years), I sat, before the interview, two parking lots down, and listened to M_M's "Lose Yourself", at maximum hell-blasting for over, and over. Like, 50 times. Nailed it. Or they were scraping the bottom. I don't know.

I've tried several 'temp' jobs, hoping to get in and bumped up (with a degree, and over qualified) Then the guy wants to fight over side-cutters. So you can't do that.

I've been denied entry several times. That's when you know the score. So you go, "OK."

Actually, I don't have any great exits. Maybe one. They were all pretty civil and professional.

The last time I was (not) fired, I called in sick "again". The boss said, "This isn't really working out." And I said, "Yes."

Some of my exits have been brilliant.

I've been fired only one less time than I've been employed.

Decades ago, I had a temp job at a very cool manufacturing place. I needed a tool and asked this ******* guy, "Can i borrow your side-cutters ( I don't know where I learned that, that's what they are), he, actually, jumped up, and yelled, "sidecuttters! sidecutters! sidecutters!" (might be a union thing) So I said, "Give me your diags, *******." After the almost-fight, I was pretty much gone that day.

I worked at a (decades ago) test-telco bank. There was a 10KV busbar, way in the back, with a wedding ring welded to it at 90 degrees. They said the guy got out of it with no injury. They said that they offered to shut it down, so he could get it back. He said no. He'd never wear it again. Just leave it there.

Depending on the Parent's mood (drunkedness), they were very amused, or not amused whatsoever.

When we were kids, we'd put tighty-whiteys (with a tail-hole) on the dog, with a t-shirt tucked into them. (They were little dogs. the bites were vicious, but we persevered) So, sometimes. We did that. They looked like Schwartezegnerr, running around, all over the place! "It's not a tuma! It's not a tuma!)

I've tried both. Do you want to get bit? Because that's how you get bit.