posted on Jan, 2 2008 @ 10:46 PM
In a way, I am like a pet cat who was fed tuna for the first time. Now that I have experienced the taste of tuna, I will not forget it, and I cry out
for tuna every time I come in the kitchen, but now the tuna is no longer affordable. I am like the pet cat who watches the cat next door eat tuna for
dinner every night and I know what it's like, I can taste it in my mouth because I had it before, but the tuna is no longer affordable, so I don't
get any. But I know what it's like, yep, sure do, wow, it's very nice. So I go and eat my generic dried cat food. The same generic dried cat food
week after week after week.
I have accepted a job paying 7 bucks an hour with a very small business that cannot afford to pay me more. This new job should supplement the other
job I have which entails sporadic project work. Maybe now I can finally stop using my credit cards for partial rent payment, electric, phone and
food. I dare say that it is an honor to work alongside fellow Americans who once new the taste of tuna, or only had visions of tuna, and eat dried
cat food, week after week after week, in a land with such vast & abundant "amber waves of grain/tuna".
I am grateful that I have a small apartment. I had a grand house but I lost that.
I am grateful that I am able to obtain some food. I used to be able to do awesome grocery shops every 2 weeks.
I am grateful that I have a beat up car that runs. I used to have a sweet looking SUV but I had to sell it to help pay off a credit card and get a
I think this is how us Americans are supposed to live. This is it. It's living, but it's just a level, a way, way lower level of living, but only
materialistic wise. Maybe I'll get used to it, insofar as it becomes only a slight dull pain in the back of my memory; those faded memories of
knowing all about tuna, as I listen to stories around a fire, maybe someday in a tent city, where there is love at least.