Time Travel, Again. For the beer

Today, the pain either from my knee, and/or lyrics of a song somehow transformed my 5 minutes into 15 to 20 minutes.

No beer?
WHAT THE FUCK!?

Later, I asked my landlord if it'd be a problem to start a brew kit stuff going. He gave me a dirty look and more or less wanted to kill the idea. So, I'm just going to ask my neighbors if it's okay.

My landlord only cares about 2 things:
1) Never, or just avoid interacting with other tenants unless they interact with you first, and
2) Never appear drunk.

Hobbies are important to a man. And I'm from a drinking culture.
And this man, will find a way. Hopefully the price tag (socially) isn't too high.

Besides, beer is a 6000 year old tradition, more or less.

From Wiki:

Chemical tests of ancient pottery jars reveal that beer was produced about 7,000 years ago in what is today Iran, and was one of the first-known biological engineering tasks where the biological process of fermentation is used in a process. 

Beer makes everything better,
even ghetto subs

In Mesopotamia, the oldest evidence of beer is believed to be a 6,000-year-old Sumerian tablet depicting people drinking a beverage through reed straws from a communal bowl. 

A 3900-year-old Sumerian poem honouring Ninkasi, the patron goddess of brewing, contains the oldest surviving beer recipe, describing the production of beer from barley via bread.

Bad mother fucker

I usually keep on smiling, or tried at least.
I've found I can disarm most with it.

But today, today I kind of had a ninja flip out, but nothing dramatic.

 

A lady who I'm having issues with bitched at me for not being on the same page as everyone else, I was looking for a for something in the back of the text, WITH MY HAND clearly on the page we were supposed to be on. She didn't even ask me a question, it was just:

"You're not on the correct page." 

Okay Bitch.

Then she asked me to talk about something and I said, 

"Could you pick someone else, I don't feel good (because you assumed shit)." 

"I don't believe you don't feel good."

Then I said bluntly like an AK47 on full auto,

"Are YOU calling me a liar?"

I unloaded on her about how I came in, a new day and all i.e. no bullshit on the menu today, then she shit on my integrity.

What what left of it nonetheless.

She didn't ask me to do shit after that, and I was left to my work.

I pounded a beer on my first break, then I went back.

No problems happened after that.

 

I opened my mind just like Kuato wanted, I got my ass to Mars and gave the people airrhe.

 

OPEN YOUR MIND

Maybe some people need cable TV? Big black cock, or shiatsu in the morning? Maybe even a bigger blacker cock? 

 

On a psychological note, I would argue a lot of people need a lot more than just those things, as I personally find those things to be fleeting like stuff, self esteem, and/or absentee parents who shower their kids with shit as compensation.

Then again, maybe I should open my mind. I've heard bullets do a good job.

I used to be perfect

Somehow I will never understand how people can visibly ask a person,

"Are you okay?"

When that person is clearly not okay. This often happens to me when I'm limping.

"Is your knee giving you trouble?"

"No, today I just shit my pants so bad, I temporarily paralyzed my leg."

 These questions are even worse when people apologize.

"I'm sorry if I offended you."

Surely, you've heard of that before, either directly or as you listen in on another's conversation.

Usually people use that phrase when they HAVE already offended people, but due to complex verbal judo of the ninth degree an offender is able to flank responsibility for a few more seconds.

I'm one of the worst offenders.