budforfree

Fired. Can you believe it. Me. Canned, let go, kicked to the f#ckin curb and left for dead. After a year and a half of faithful and dedicated service just simply let go. Maybe not simply. I'd be lying if I said I didn't see it coming. None-the-less knowing that its coming certainly doesn't soften the blow. Well I suppose I'll give a little recap. Since June of '08 I've been a manager for Pride Meat Co. A decent job, sat behind a desk most of the time, made some sales, and occasionally dealt with a disgruntled customer. Things were good in my world. Well for the most part. A couple of months ago, October - to be exact, I soon realized th

Let me start off by saying that I know most artist don't appreciate sports. I guess I'm one of the exceptions to the rule. The battles that take place on the fields and courts intrigue me; watching athletes going to war with one another, and just hoping that my team prevails is either to make my day or ruin my week.     I've been a fan of Cleveland teams since I was a child. I Started watching the Browns with my uncle when I was 8 or 9, and my love for sports grew from there. I've witnessed all the heartache that came with being a Cleveland fan - "The drive", "The fumble", "The shot", and so on and so on. Even though all of those things wer