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*yawn*

Almost too tired to think straight, tonight.  I can't sleep, though, so I need to write.  :)

Tell you this much, my life isn't going half bad, at the moment.  Several things, that I won't mention right now, due to my mood, are starting to really look up.  Let me just say that the money situation is pretty much taken care of, so far.  Who ever thought that delivering pizzas could be so profitable?

I do have to say that my fear in society is renewed, once again.  I've delivered to some wierd f*cking people, as of late.  Including a WW2 grunt, that doesn't want to think it's over, a bible banging Tammy Fae Baker look-alike, and a guy that strongly reminds me of an Ewok, that tips really well.  I'm almost afraid to leave the house.  lol

I will admit, the attention is a little disturbing.  How many things do 3 year olds actually know about the world?  I can tell you one thing, they sure as hell know what a pizza truck looks like.  I've heard most of 'em already.  'Hey pizza dude."  and  "Where's mine?" are my fav's so far, I think.

Now, since I graduated high school, I haven't been much into the party scene.  I may go to the bar, now and again, but other than that, it's just not my thing.  It's nice to know that not much has changed since, though.  Still going to be houses, with 20-30 people, all drunk out of their minds, that decide that they're gonna order pizza, just because they're too drunk to drive anywhere.  I have to laugh.

Well, I've already gotten two beers as tips, 3 phone numbers, 3 party invitations, and a pack of smokes.  Those are just the non-monetary ones, however.  Tips are usually close to $3 an hour.  Add that on top of normal pay, and it's not bad.  Especially since all I do is drive a truck and smoke cig's like a stack.

If it keeps up like this, I may be here for a while.  I like it.  I get to drive like a maniac and get paid for it.  Hell, I can't do that anywhere else.  Besides, it's a great way to make $$ for college (someday).

Funniest delivery?  Well, I went to a house that was no more than a mile away from mine, and they weren't home.  I came to my house to call them, and no answer.  I decided to go back, and on the way, there was a pheasant on the road.  I slowed down, and it popped into the air, and flew in a direct line in front of me, right at my eye level.  I know it'll sound mean, but nothing's funnier than seeing the ass of a bird hit your windshield.  It got spooked, and flew all over the place.  It was fine, though.  Just scared.

Well, finally starting to drift off at the keyboard, so I'll call it quits for the night.  You know the rest.
 

As always,

Life is in the air.........