People worry about this shit. They are afraid of a bad credit score. Fear sells. I'm afraid of being old, bald, fat, and broke, with a bad credit score to boot. Starts when you're a kid. You're supposed to worry about your "permanent record." "That goes on your permanent record!" They make you think this will follow you around for your whole life. You go for an interview and they pull out your fourth grade report card. They instill it early. And then you spend your whole life afraid and buying shit to keep The Combine going.
For years before I went to sea I pushed papers from one end of a desk to the other. One day I was thinking. At the end of the day, if you ask a farmer what he does, he can show you a potato. A carpenter can point to a cabinet. So I went to sea, thinking I'd be more useful, more of a real man, contributing something to the world beyond a weekly report that no one would read.
The moral of this story - this is why my life is a mess. Instead of mooning over fucking farmers I should have been grabbing cash and stock like a thief with both hands. My main "contribution" is to liquor companies and bars, as well as the track. Good thing I picked some twisted moral bullshit over getting my end and screwing everyone else, or scamming people out of $14.95 a month while driving around in a limo with coke and whores. So there's your freakin' daily downer. I hate everything now. Grrrrr.
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