Monday, February 10, 2014
My car and the asswipes trying not to pay for it
So today I go to the cop shop today to deal with the fucking yutz who
hit my car, and the owner of the truck today. You know someone is pissed
when there on the phone with there lawyer over a 600-1200 dollar fender
bender with the company rig. You fucking snapper-head, go fuck
yourself! Ya rich prick! He was trying to weasel out of it with the shit
his lawyer was telling him to do. Must be his lawyer was telling him to
re-create the indecent by comparing the hit mark, with the
whatever of his truck. Blah, BluBlah, Blafuckin, Blah. You know what I
would have been cool with an apology, and of course some money for my
trouble. I mean hello you hit my fucking car. I would never expect this
asswipe to leverage his house and business you know(Scumbag!). I mean I
guess he could if he really wanted to. I mean who am I to tell him not
to pay me a lot.LOL. I tell you what we could make it even by me hitting
your car-- jerkweed. Oh well touch-wad I won. I Gotcha bitch! When did
people start losing the ability to admit they fucked up?(HEAVY sigh).
Sometimes you really have got to wonder--Will we make it? hmmm
Friends and wonder
Hello my faithful followers--wait that sounds too much like I have started a new Kool-Aid cult, or something. Hey stop laughing! It could happen I'm charismatic--granted I am no David Koresh, but hey I could swing it.
So--anyways, I imagined what it would be like if my new friends--met my old ones. Ah, yes to be a fly on those walls. The things each group would say about me. I find myself very amused right now. (grinning my awesome crooked smile).
I often wonder what people will think of me when I am gone. Will it be good? or bad? Will they even think of me at all?
I guess I am at that point in life where I am starting to wonder about my legacy. What will I have here to tell my story after I shuffle of this mortal coil. What people or objects will be here many years after I am gone that says Chris Gajewski was here.
I am not too worried about a mere few days, or even months after I die, but 10 or even 20 years. I have amazingly wonderful memories about my grandfather, and uncle from when I was a kid. Who will remember me that fondly?-- that many years later. I have 7 nephews and 1niece, and I wonder if I have touched their lives enough to leave that lasting of an impression.
It really makes me wonder, whose life have I touched, and in what ways. I mean I try to bring joy and happiness, but I can also bring a bit of poison as well.
I wonder about it so much that I make sure to tell those who matter most to me-- that they matter the most to me. I just want people to think "hey he is one hell of a guy, and I will miss him like crazy." I want men, women, children, and animals alike to weep for my loss. HaHaHaHa
Oh well. I just chalk it up to that is why we as a species are no longer eating ants with a stick, or throwing shit at one another anymore. We think of what will be, while recalling what once was.
So--anyways, I imagined what it would be like if my new friends--met my old ones. Ah, yes to be a fly on those walls. The things each group would say about me. I find myself very amused right now. (grinning my awesome crooked smile).
I often wonder what people will think of me when I am gone. Will it be good? or bad? Will they even think of me at all?
I guess I am at that point in life where I am starting to wonder about my legacy. What will I have here to tell my story after I shuffle of this mortal coil. What people or objects will be here many years after I am gone that says Chris Gajewski was here.
I am not too worried about a mere few days, or even months after I die, but 10 or even 20 years. I have amazingly wonderful memories about my grandfather, and uncle from when I was a kid. Who will remember me that fondly?-- that many years later. I have 7 nephews and 1niece, and I wonder if I have touched their lives enough to leave that lasting of an impression.
It really makes me wonder, whose life have I touched, and in what ways. I mean I try to bring joy and happiness, but I can also bring a bit of poison as well.
I wonder about it so much that I make sure to tell those who matter most to me-- that they matter the most to me. I just want people to think "hey he is one hell of a guy, and I will miss him like crazy." I want men, women, children, and animals alike to weep for my loss. HaHaHaHa
Oh well. I just chalk it up to that is why we as a species are no longer eating ants with a stick, or throwing shit at one another anymore. We think of what will be, while recalling what once was.
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