Just My Luck
OK Gang,
This is my first blog, well actually it is my second because my fucking pop-up blocker fucked up this G-D web page and wiped out my entire first blog. It wasn't until I started to retype this fuck'n thing that I saw the "recover post" link to get back my previous message I typed. Because I had already started to type, it recovered this text instead of the first 6 paragraphs I had already written. SO...My initial cherry poppin' blog was about change and how it happens and you have to just learn from it. Well I guess I did, the hard way.

Before I go any further let me thank you for coming here and reading my blog in the first place. I mean, hell, you could have went to about a billion other places on the web, right. So thanks. Thanks for coming here and reading about my bitches and moans, my rants and raves, my hoots and hollas, my thoughts and ideas, my perceptions and ideas, my salutations and dedication - in short my DeMarcations....

Like I was saying the first page I wrote was about change and in that fitting title I am changing things up and am going to now talk about how things just suck some times. I know, you're probably saying to your self, but we didn't get to hear your wisdom about change...well too bad. That's change - deal with it. Back to sucking, as in luck not like a hooker.

As most of you know I have been dealing with BAD luck since 97, Oct 11, 1997 if we wanted to really put a date on it. That is when my car was stolen. Then 2 days later I had to go to the emergency room for a cyst on my tail bone which ended in surgery and since I love to do things the hard way an infection and even more surgery. Oh yea, in the middle of the 2 surgeries they found the car, it was beat to hell and back, so I traded it in and got a Ford Exploder, I mean Explorer, but I am getting ahead of myself. So, I had the 2 surgeries, had to take a semester off from college. I had to petition my teachers to give me a withdrawal from my class and not a withdrawal fail because I missed the midterm (those bitches). I had to get the Dean of Students to speak on my behalf to get that fix. Finally, after months of going to the hospital every day to get the wound cleaned, I was able to feel like a normal person because the hole in my back had finally close. It was about the size of a softball after the second surgery, and left open to heal itself shut.

That ended the '98 year and I graduated college, but oh you go through 16/17 years of school and there's now job waiting for you to start your career. Now, THAT, is some bullshit! I went back to my high school job, Chick-Fil-A, and worked there while I was looking for my dream career. I finally got a job selling lawn care. Not a bad job, but I knew it wasn't for me so I went back for my Master's. You're probably think, well that doesn't seem too bad. I worked Monday - Saturday selling lawn care and then on Sunday I worked as a DJ for a radio station. Oh, and tried to have a social life with my girlfriend. Unfortunately, I had to drop the DJing job and the girlfriend when I went back to school. Long story about the girlfriend, but I guess it was for the best. She is married now and live on the west coast. Guess that is the furthest place she could go to get away from me without leaving the states???

So, I do the school thing and graduate in 2000, BAM I have a fucking accident in the exploder. The tire unravels and the fuck'n SUV roles over not one cause that would be too little and not 3 cause that would be too much, but 2 times cause I like that way. I get tossed around in there like a virgin in a whore house. Me and a buddy were in my SUV and are rushed to the hospital. I end up with a torn up hand, sliced up foot, smashed up kneed and my head is bruised so badly -how bruised was it-I had dried blood on the entire side of my face. I ended up going through not one cause that would be too little and not 3 cause that would be too much, but 2 cause I like that way knee surgeries to fix a torn meniscus. Oh, did I mention that I started a new job 2 months prior to this accident. Yeah, not a good way to start a job. 4 months later they laid me off, those shit eating, cock sucking, crack smoking, mother fuckers, but can I tell you how I really feel?

Now that I am without a job, I am moving into an apartment with a friend. Nice huh, no job, no money, new bills, new rent. I get a job at a restaurant and things seemed to be going OK, by since I am on my feet my knees are KILLING my. I end up becoming a banquet Manager and I think that will help me with the knee pain. Lord could I have been more wrong. Not thinking that down stairs we have food runners (these are Mexicans that the restaurant hires at below minimum wage to carry 50 plates out at one time all over there body and look like a circus attractions). Upstairs in banquets...We are the Mexican circus attractions. The only real difference was that we had heavier dishes. Jesus, my knees could not take that shit. I had to leave early or just plain out give up shifts.

That is when I gave my resume to a buddy and ended up in VA. The fucking cold state of VA. The fucking cold, roads that majorly suck state of VA. The fucking cold, roads that majorly suck that I had to replace my windshield twice now because if shit flying off the road state of VA. The fucking cold, roads that majorly suck that I had to replace my windshield twice now because if shit flying off the road, let me pay to park to go to the fucking supper market or to the mother fuck'n mall state of VA. Oh, but did I mention I only live 5 minutes from DC, that is way cool!

I am up here now for 2 years, knee still kill me (that makes 5 years for those who are following the story), so I go to the doctor and get an MRI and they tell me I have a torn meniscus in the other knee. Dude, I was like no way and the doctor was like way, I was like shah and he was yeah. It was totally gnarly! 2 weeks later I had the surgery and that great luck of mine comes rushing in to fuck me up per usual. I am stuck in bed for 3 weeks, can walk or stand or well at this point you can put in your own verb that you can do with your leg and pretty much figure I couldn't do it. And the pain....I can only tell you it was really really really really bad. I got pills, made me really really really really happy. I am now in physical therapy and they are helping me start to walk and bend my knee like a normal person. Maybe one day I'll be able to outrun this bad luck. I doubt it.

Well I guess I will end this rant this evening will a thought about luck, people said my luck is so bad that no luck is better than bad luck. I am not that lucky to have no luck. So I look at life like this...shit is going to happen...deal with it!

Peace,
DeMarco