Well it's 1:48 am on this cold early morning. in April. I turned 50 on Easter Sunday this yr. Big deal. My parents are both dead. My 2 younger brothers are @ war with me. I my mom's family is fueding over money. That's nothing new. I thought when I was 50, I was going to be married with grown kids and mabe a grand kids or 2 and my life would be on L.I. Oh how worng I was for day dreaming in 3rd grade. Yeah,that's pretty much how I went though school. DREAMING.
I scared of dieing alone,or Donny throwing me out like Gus did with his mom. Bitch, never cared about her SON from age 9 up. Then Bang! I have an affair(so did her son)and they are calling the cops and my folks to evict me. What balls, they have. All the head games. But enough of that night.
I'm going to an Celebrity Bus Drivers Acadmey in June for 3 days. To learn if I have what it takes to be one of these elite drivers. Ok,so I know I can drive these monsters on wheels. The inner making of them is overwhelming. You have to have a PHD is generators/AC/Plumbing/Satelite Systems/invertors and lord knows what else. If I bomb,I don't remember shit. Or if I don't impress the panel of people they have. I won't get to drive one of these gaints,much less get a dream job of a life time. I was made to drive big impressive machines. Some ppl are born to be stars/I'm a driver to the drive.
If I don't do well that $1,000.00 gone plus $500.00 in motel and diesel fuel.
