I’m not an angry person. I learned early in life that getting mad doesn’t help anything. I have enough problems without making things worse for myself.
I am currently fucking livid. I was driving into La Grande when the Outlaw Fight Club guy called and told me that plans had changed. They are now going to shoot their episodes at the Kansas Star Casino in Mulvane, Kansas next weekend.
I just drove 3000 miles and now the day before the show, they tell me to drive another 1500 miles and also that the show is next week. I’ve never cursed someone out more than I did that kid at that moment. I doubt I ever will.
The only thing he said in his defense was that they had just decided to make this change this morning. That did not make me feel better. After I told him I was going to murder him for the 9th or 10th time, he said they’d pay me the $700 they promised me anyway.
The kid told me to meet him at Eastern Oregon University. I think he was worried I was going to beat the shit out of him and his girlfriend both if I knew where they lived. No Applebee’s gift cards, he gave me the 700 in cash. He said he still wanted me for the shows next weekend. I told him to fuck off and die.
This is what you get when you take a job from a child.
Rocket Cat 