Its Friday

All I need is for a certain 'special' some one to give me a call, and I will come running. No, she has to come pick me up, LOL. I promise I will have on nothing but shorts a shirt, and flip flops. Lights out, nice and cool. I wanna hear that special sound you make. I wanna feel that special move you make. For me, its been a looong time, no lie. I'm off Saturday, hook a brudda up, text, don't call........waitin'

A Few Friends

Its Hotter Than a Fuck...How Hot Is That.?

On onw of the hotttest days so far this summer, I come home ro a
blazing, steamy hot ass apartment. I looked, and the key word here is
'looked'. I looked forwatd to jumoping in the shower, washing the sweat
from the 8 minute walk from work off. The, with only my towel wrapped
around me, and still half way dried off, turn on my fan, turn on tv,
turn on dvd, and last episode 8 of the final season of lost. But
nooooooo, 15 minutes into the show, the tv flickered off, and then back
on in less than a second. Oh shit, this isn't a good sign.

I marked it off as a power surge cause its hot, but into the 9 episode,
the tv flick again..off, and STAYED THAT FUCKIN' WAY!!! WHAT THE FLYING
FUCK is going on? I wasn't going downstairs to talk to the owner of the
house about this shit, not my responsibility, nope its not. My house
mate, she did. The son came upstairs, looked at the breaker box, and
told us, he has to get the tools will be out of power for an hour. But
he did come back in 20 minutes, worked for 45 minutes and the lights
came back on. No sooner than my house mate's aunt was sweeping up the
mess, the FUCKIN' LIGHTS GOES OUT AGAIN. Double fuck.

He has been working on it now for an hour and now he is off to some God
dmaned store for parts. See, I know what's going on. Whwen I walked into
the house, I could here the fuckers downstairs in the basement, power
saws, drills, whatever the fuck they had going, was going full blaze.

So, when I went upstairs, I had a strange feeling some dumb shit was
going down, and it sis. My house mate showed me the power bill. It went
from 60 to 90 to 150 dollars a month. Some one is draining our power and
using it dor themselves. The sneaky bastards !!

She, my housemnate wants me to talk with the owner, nope, not gonna do
it. Like I said, no me problemo. All I know is that I have a hand
cranked radio, a full charge in both my laptops, internet on my
Sidekick...guess I will be calling it an early night. Tonight, I guess I
will be showering in the dark.

I hate shit like this...for real.
--michaelchappell

The Big Spill

About a week ago, I sent out my resume to about 15 different companies.
I want to help clean up this mess on our beaches...but get paid for it.
Received 5 emails, and 3 phone calls from some of the companies. I think
2 of them, I didn't even apply for, but here is how this job works.

Pay is anywhere from 300 to 400 a day, yep, that's right, A DAY. First
there is a weeks worth of training, you have to have your certificates
in order. If you don't have any, that's what the training is for. There
are 3 different locations you can work. One, on the beach. 2, collecting
what you clean up from on the beach. 3, processing what you pick up.

From what I gather, turnover rate is crazy high, meaning, people work
for about 4 to 6 weeks, get a little bit of pocket money, and then quit.
I was told that I could make supervisor in about 2 months and then the
pay is about 700 a week. 110 dollars out of your check a week goes
towards you room, which you share in a 2 bed hotel room, all meals and
use of the facilities. Room service is encluded, 3 meals and 2 snacks a
day. The good part is that no taxes are taking out of your pay, all
straight pay. They han d you a check and a truck is right there to cash
it.

I spoke with some of my cio workers and they said its not worth it cause
your health could be damaged cause of the oil. Hell, my LIFE could be
over just wwlaking across a street here in NY. I'm thinking about going
down there and giving it a shot for 6 months no matter what. They pay
for your ticket, round trip and supply you clothing also.
--michaelchappell

Third Ave El (Elevated Train)

In the 1960's, the remaining service of the Third Ave El was renamed the 8 (or #8). The final portion of the line that ran from East 149th Street in the Bronx to Gun Hill Road closed in April, 1973.

On April 29, 1973, the Bx 55 Limited bus route replaced the Bronx's Third Avenue El. It only made the stops of the former rail line. The Bx 55 was one of the first bus routes in the city to have free transfers with the subway at the Third Ave-149th Street and Gun Hill Road White Plains Road IRT stations.

June 1st 2010

Today at work, I thought about some things. Mainly, I wanted to just get
up and go. Don't know where, but just go.

Sometimes, when you are stuck in a rut, the only way to get out of it
without any help, is own your own. I have felt like this before, and I
did nothing about it. The feeling pasted after about 2 or 3 days, so it
was no biggie. But this time its different, feels different. I want to
go somewhere, start over, fresh. I know, I know. I'm 50 years old,
forget about that starting over fresh madness. But that's what I feel. I
mean, go some where where no one knows me.

I was thinking about the mid west, but haven't picked a city or a state.
Gonna think about it some more, stay tuned.
--michaelchappell