You have to be fu-king kidding me!

This afternoon, the building I was set to move into on Thursday had a crane come crashing down near it causing loss of life and substantial damage to a nearby building as well as forcing the evacuation of my future residence due to some damage to a couple of the floors. In what has been a three scoop hot fudge sundae of sh-t for the last several weeks, this is the cherry on top.

The last month has been a rough one, but there was a light at the end of the tunnel. And that light was being produced by my Sony flat screen and blue ray dvd player that were going to be delivered Thursday. Not anymore. I feel like when I show up at my parents’ house tonight I might as well pull the Al Pacino from Godfather III, “Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.”

Since moving back in with the folks it is as if their parenting has been on HGH. This morning was fantastic with my father waking me up from my awful hangover with, “what time do you have to be at work?” Whenever the fu-k I want – it’s Saturday. Actually he re-woke me up, because my Mom woke me up first with the “if you had to go to work why are you staying out late?” talk. But rest assured, in what is becoming a quasi-Groundhog Day experience for me I will get to re-live all these moments again when I get questioned about writing this stuff by my family. But for the 12-14 dedicated readers of this blog I will endure it.

So now I am going to assume that my bus to the Jazz-Nets game tonight will flip over so let me take this time to say goodbye. This occasion calls for a quote of Jack Black’s from School of Rock:

Give up, just quit, because in this life, you can’t win. Yeah, you can try, but in the end you’re just gonna lose, big time, because the world is run by the Man. The Man, oh, you don’t know the Man. He’s everywhere. In the White House… down the hall… Ms. Mullins, she’s the Man. And the Man ruined the ozone, he’s burning down the Amazon, and he kidnapped Shamu and put her in a chlorine tank! And there used to be a way to stick it to the Man. It was called rock ‘n roll, but guess what, oh no, the Man ruined that, too, with a little thing called MTV! So don’t waste your time trying to make anything cool or pure or awesome ’cause the Man is just gonna call you a fat washed up loser and crush your soul. So do yourselves a favor and just GIVE UP!

Just replace rock n roll with comedy and replace MTV with bringers.

(but in all seriousness – this was terrible for a lot of people, so no disrespect to them with my ranting)