I'm an asshole, by profession and choice, I'm a debt collector, one of those motherfuckers that calls you up in the middle of dinner to tell you that you have a debt with so and so credit card company. and you know what i still have the same amount of free time and tons more money, there are worse things i could be doing with my life. School for instance becoming one of the people that i call about a credit card that i used to pay for school. i lied on the 18th evidently, there was another way i could go and it was not up. i went deeper in to places i thought I'd never have to venture and have seen and done things that most people only see and hear about in books and movies. i moved back to Tulsa. you know when your parents say, "oh, just tell the truth and we'll forgive you."? BULLSHIT! i finally get back in good with them and they hear about my past and they fucking flip out. so i move out...again...for good this time...hopefully. but i have met a girl that seems different from all the previous. i have no idea how i was lucky enough to actually find her but i knew her from a good while back b4 whit even...damn cunt... sorry i digress. I'm gonna keep to this job to see if i could actually make it a career, i need something to sustain me for a bit and this looks like it would work. maybe just maybe I'll get an apartment next year, i like that plan... I'm going up, knock on wood it will keep on that path.