bowlaming- waste of time

Today I woke up around 9 a.m. I decided to get breakfast at the donut shop, and saw OJ Smith eating his breakfast while I was in line. After i ate my food I decided to go to the bowling alley. As soon as I payed for my game and knocked down my first set of pins I realized how LAME bowling is. I didn't even finish my game I left after throwing my first ball down the lane. Once I started waling down Moth St. to go back to Finch Pointe I got a call from Queens Palace. "We need you to come in early today, we have a special guest joining us." I replied "A special guest?" She said "Yes a special guest, just get down here, we need your help with security!" So I headed to work early, when I got there, there was a huge black limo out front. As soon as I got inside i noticed it was a mad house, I couldn't even see who this 'special guest' was. I knew I had to get to work though, throwing out overly drunk individuals, and anybody who i thought was being a pain in the ass. I did this until 5 a.m. I better get paid a lot of overtime for all of that. Its 5:45 and it is now time for bed...

Fire!

Before going to work I decided to make one more stop by the carnival to try some moonshine. Joseph Johnson told me the other night when I saw him walking around the carnival that it was really good, and it hits you fast and hard. When I strolled up to the entrance of the carnival I noticed the food trailer was on fire, so was the moonshine shed! Oh well I decided not to even enter the carnival because I knew it would take me forever to get back out again. It is now 8:30 p.m. so I might as well go ahead to work. While at work I had to kick four clowns out for throwing Monopoly money at the dancers. I guess they thought it was funny because that fake red paint smile was pretty damn big. Once my job was done I went home and hit the sack. 

CARNIVAL!..... or concentration camp?

Today I decided to go to the fall carnival behind Finch Pointe to kill time before work. I walked out of the front doors of Finch Pointe, and turned right to walk down Moth St. Once I reached Elm St. I took a right, in front of Creative Movement. Once I began to get to the entrance of the carnival I got a huge whiff of stale cigarettes.... I hate the smell of cigarettes! I decided to buy some tickets anyway. I bought 5 tickets. I don't like most of the rides,because I have a weak stomach. I decided to go over to where you throw knives at balloons, that game is my favorite. I used three of my five tickets, where I popped four of five balloons, that got me a medium prize. Once I had considered all of my options I decided to get an earthworm, my other option was an old dirty used pair of Nike basketball shoes, and both were left footed. With my last two tickets I decided to take a relaxing ride on the ferris wheel. As I got in my little basket I noticed the whole thing was very rusty, and my basket was connected by a mixture of duct tape and zip ties. As soon as I got to the top the wheel stopped abruptly. As I looked down I noticed the operator frantically trying fix the problem. It was only about five minutes later and it started turning again. Once I got off the ferris wheel I decided I had seen enough freaks walking around, drunken clowns, and disgusting fried food to which you could not identify. While trying to find an exit I saw Joseph Johnson, walking around aimlessly, with a large brown paper bag in hand filled with who knows what. After searching everywhere and walking all over the carnival for TWO HOURS! I eventually managed to escape that pice of shit hell hole. By the time I got out it was about 8:20 p.m. just enough time to eat, and get to work at Queens Place. I walked down Elm St. and took a left onto Swizer St. I got a pulled pork sandwich at Bob's BBQ to hold me over until I got off. Right as I walked into Queens Place to begin work the power went out, I waited around for 30 minutes but eventually I was told I could go home, because nobody was there due to the fact that they would not be able to see anything. I walked down King St. to go back home but knew I wouldn't be able to sleep so I just walked around with no destination in mind to kill time. Around about five when I would normally get off I walked back to Finch Pointe, up 22 flights of stairs and eventually into my apartment. Time for bed.

Horns, Horns, Horns

Today started out as any other regular morning. I was woken up by car horns, and just figured it was something in the city, but then I realized they sounded a bit loud to be all the way in the city. That is when  I looked out my window and sure enough it was right in front of me 22 floors down. There was a huge traffic jam with an 18 wheeler from Piggly Wiggly stuck in the round about in front of Finche Point with cars backed up two blocks trying to get through. You already learned that I live on the top floor of Finche Point, I work at Queens place where I am a bouncer. I always get up around 8 or 9 because I have sleep apnea which means I cant sleep very much and I like to do things during the day instead of sleeping it away anyway. I go into work at 9 p.m. and get home around 5 a.m.