Tuesday, March 07, 2006

I have a dream that:

I will someday live in a cultural and diverse metropolis.
In this new place I won't dread looking out the window on a winter morning.
In this Metropolis Scooby will be able to find a full time job.
and be able to get off food stamps.
I will find a job that is enjoyable and fun instead of frusterating and discouraging.
I won't have to dig returnables out of the trash for beer money.
We will be able to go out to eat more than once a month.
We will someday be able to afford a social life.
We will someday love where we live.


Anonymous said...

Why don't you try the desert SouthWest? Like Phoenix or Las Vegas. Both are bustling metro areas with abundant cultural outlets and many more social outlets for men of the gay persuasion :) As I said in a previous comment to you, my husband and I can't wait to get out of here and back to the West coast (Las Vegas) where we belong.

Michael said...

We'd consider it but:
1. We love the french architechure.
2. We both hate to drive and want to live someplace we don't have too.
3. Only in NOLA can you sit at a bar and suck on a beer while someone sucks your cock.

AJ said...

Hell, now I want to move to New Orleans! Hang in there buddy, dreams do come true!


Anonymous said...

Maybe if you had a clue as to what you wanted to do with your life you would'nt have to complain about food stamps and eating out more than once a month. You should be pleased that Scooby gets food stamps, without those would you even be able to eat? Stop waiting for the world to wait on you and get off of your asses and make something of your lives other than fucking everything that has two legs and a dick....

Drub said...


As if the only thing he does was go fuck and come back to this blog about it. He is just happy to write about it and people are more than happy to read it. I mean, would you read it if our favorite sex machine started to write about breathing, the subtleties of toothpaste flavor, or Kylie f'n Minogue? I don't think so...

I was on food stamps once. You swallow your pride that day. It's either that or you are homeless. Sex and food stamps have nothing to do with each other which makes that comment the most incongruous one I've read this year. $240 a month in Kansas City doesn't allow you to find dick - be it a job or a nice greasy shlong.

Eventually, you'll find something, Michael. I really believe you'll turn things around. So many things depend on the kindness of strangers, chance, and the constant scouring of the want ads for something you can stomach doing.

At the end of it all, a job is a job and a really good lay is a great thing. Keep it up! ;)