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I haven't updated in a while. I am doing fine. That's a lie.



I have spent the last month and a half in some form of redneck hell.

I am not lying about this situation.

It all started when my boyfriend, Greg, responded to an advertisement on Craigslist from a certain mister named Ron Harris. He was looking for cleaners or a crew to work for his company, H-2 Cleaning, in Emerald Isle. Ron Harris responded with glee.

It all started out swell. Greg got a crew together of five people including himself and myself. The starting wage was $11.00 an hour with promised bonuses for good work. After the first week, things went strangely, but expectedly, awry. Ron Harris learned quickly that our crew could out-clean almost any other crew. We could not only out-clean them but clean faster. That pocketed Harris more money but he did not give us the bonuses or the appreciation we deserved.

How does this relate to the redneck hell I experienced. The crew I am cleaning with are some of the most dramatic and most pathetic women I have ever been around, except for Greg's cousin Cyndi who is fucking awesome. The other two people are really in bad places in their life. Actually, it's only one person who is really bad off. Greg's sister is the worse of the bunch. She's fucking her cousin in a single wide trailer in complete destitution. What is in destitution? She is in destitution. Her cousin is in destitution. The incest they commit is absolute destitution. The single wide trailer which is half of a half of the smallest trailer I have ever been into is in destitution. Their complete destitution is in complete destitution.

Greg's sister is always talking about how she is going to leave her man . . . her cousin, because he is a lazy slum of a husband. He doesn't work. He calls Greg's sister while she is working for the simplest things. I suppose the simplest things are still out of his comprehension. He is a loser.

The other lady in the crew who is pathetic is Greg's aunt. She's not pathetic as much as she is good at making bad life choices. Is there really a difference in being pathetic and making bad life choices? Apparently, there is a difference. Pathetic means able to arouse sympathy. I do not have sympathy for somebody who smokes crack with emphysema and meets horrible men. She makes bad life choices. Everybody does, but not everybody is in her position; therefore, it is apparent that she has made more bad life choices than people in better positions. She is a nice person, though. She is very kind. She is a lot of positive things that make her a better person than Greg's sister.

Greg's sister goes to the doctor. The doctor gives her a prescription for morphine. The doctor tells her that the pills can't be crushed or snorted. Why would a doctor tell someone that unless you are a drug abusing dolt.




Summer school is starting on Thursday. I feel relieved to actually be starting art projects again and not scribbling in my sketchbook.