A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway

April 3rd, Sunday... So I'm sitting here, watching Sunday Morning and a segment comes on about the job market and the (perceived) elderly. I'm like, "Oh shit, I'm in the age catagory that they are saying cannot and, possibly, will not be able to find a job ever again (Unless they are hiring in Heaven or Hell!). CRAP! What am I going to do now?
I do have a job; but, I get paid when they feel like paying me. There is no chance of upward mobility. Don't even think about getting a raise and I can't even threaten my boss w/ "If you don't meet my needs, I'll find another job!" What has America come to?
What happened to the good ole days when a man could threaten his present employers? When did Capitalism fall from its fundamental foundation to its now dysfunctional existence?
I have no nest egg. I've been walking on the tight rope w/out a net all my life. I don't even have a wife to which I can argue about money, or the lack thereof! Why am I even living?
When you're young, life is a blast because someone will give you some money. A birthday, a lost tooth, just because... When you get older, life is butt ugly w/ out money! Nobody is gonna give me any money "just because...!"
However, I am in therapy. This blog is providing me w/ the peace of mind needed to drive away my more evil thoughts! So what if I'm broke w/ no future to look forward to? All I do now is become retrospective and remember the fun I had. DAMN! If I only kept that bank account my aunt started for me when I was twelve!!!

A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway

Monday, September 22nd.../ Why is there so much contention between men and women? You would think that people who were built and put on the planet to co-exist, in harmony, would co-exist in harmony. There are arguments, disagreements, discord...( I know, discord and disagreement mean the same thing. That's the point!) There is divorce, the excrement of marriage... (Are you shittin' me?) We get married to get a divorce... We cannot see eye to eye with the one we supposedly love and want to spend the rest of our lives with. Go figure. The man-woman thing is so played out that the same gender love thing wants equal recognition because it is a viable option. When did that come into play? Whether it is right or wrong is not my call. Personally, I don't care. It is just puzzling to me why the master plan is not working. I was married once and my marriage did not work for me. Wait a minute... It just came to me why my marriage did not work! It did not work because it WAS work! I get it now. I was supposed to go to work, then come home and work some more! What was I thinking? Why did I get married for love, sex, and pleasure? I went about it all wrong. My thinking was flawed. I was supposed to work at my marriage and accumulate things and pay bills and be satisfied with that until I got old and gray and TIRED! I was supposed to look back on all that I had aquired and relish in it. So I contributed to my confusion. Now I am old, quasi-gray, TIRED and I look back and I have nothing to relish in... Except my misery. I have no job, no house, no car. I will never marry again and I don't believe in same gender sex so what's left? I know... I'll blog!

CRAP/ My Journal by Al Brathway

July 15th, Sunday/ Man did I have a rough week! I worked a basketball camp, trying to teach kids of various ages how to play the game./ Kids are so much different from what I remember being a kid was like. They don't seem to be as focused about any one thing. It's like their minds are all over the place. Older people are not old because of age, although that has something to do w/ it. They're old because of the way they think. Older people can only focus on one thing at a time. If they attempted to "MM" (Mind Multitask) their head would explode! I know mine has. At first I had a headache. Then, my brain just went dead! Right now I have no activity going on up there. I appear to be fine but I have no thoughts about anything. God forbid someone should ask me a question right now... I would not be able to articulate an answer, even though I might know what to say somewhere in the bowels of my brain./ Like I was watching the program, Sunday Morning, and they did a segment on older people eating at a restaurant in the dark. It was so stupid, but I could not comment on it in the moment because my brain is malfunctioning! Maybe that's why they were eating in the dark and loving it... Their brains are blown like mine! Maybe the lack of light sooths them mentally? Maybe I should try it!/ CRAP!