Across the 110

The mind of my 1996 Honda civic apparently was filled with suicidal thoughts last night. And what perfect timing then to act on those thoughts in a congested freeway called the 110 at 8:35pm. Completely ignoring the handling changes my car has been making earlier that day, I was faced with a consequence that put the risk of killing my best friend's girlfriend. Perfect scene for an opener from Six Feet Under. Between one breath the car lost control. Immediately swerving to the right, shifting into a beautiful 90 degree angled drift going 60mph. In this moment I still haven't taken the next breath yet...and all I could see were bright balls of light that only seemed to get bigger and closer. Time slowed down for a second....and then..that moment ended. Back to reality, the car shifts an elegant 180 degrees to the opposite direction where my drivers side is facing the oncoming traffic....another moment...time slows down as I stare at bigger and closer balls of light only this time my only thought was, "When are these cars going to plant themselves on my driver's side door to face plant my face with glass and metal...." Again...the moment ends....my car catches traction and spins back swerving right and left again and finally coming to a complete stop.....finally I get to finish taking my breath. We started on the fourth lane to the right and somehow miraculously landed ourselves on the left emergency lane without a scratch...Carrie Underwood's "Jesus take the wheel" played in my head at this moment. A very homosexual moment I might add since I was as terrified as a newborn baby hung upside down getting spanked. What a way to enter the world of earth right?

Anyways, I sat there. And all I could do was chuckle and smile. Grateful that I'm alive and that I didn't end up killing the Best Friend's Girlfriend, we were both still pretty shaken up. Oh the things we go through just to visit the people we love and care about. Too bad for him, we didn't end up visiting him. Slowly we moved our way back onto the freeway paranoid out of our minds. And now my car is messed up. New sounds and broken noises. When will we ever catch a break...I'm barely starting to get back up and before you know it, I get slammed with a hammer fist on my back landing hands flat on the floor. Well don't prepare me a grave, because I'm nowhere close to ending this fight. Josh is here to stay. Life....you "gone dun" PISS me off. Watch me counter this one...Tap 2...

Corporate Nuke

The sound of speed typing inflates the office on another given day. Sun beaming through the sticker infested window waiting for a place in line amongst illegal immigrants wishing for a supernaturally cheap auto insurance policy. Then...the phone rings. Expecting to hear another customer complaint about how expensive it is and how they feel they are getting ripped off besides the point they are getting "REAL" insurance, the voice of regional management thunders through the electrons connected through wires from one location to another. A bomb has set off...My feathers have been flustered and the office environment mimicked the atmosphere of Hiroshima, Japan. Death slowly filled the air as I had to fire half my staff...and all I could do was sit here and wait for another name to ring through these phones to fire another person. Not long until I hear the name I dread to listen to next..."Josh Gomez...Thank you for your work...Have a nice day." Sweat rolled down my forehead and all I can feel is a knife rotating counter clock wise inside of my intestines as I shit out another brick. Silence is our theme in the office this afternoon. Radios turned off and the TV has a beautiful static noise to entice our fear stung ears. Oh the Waiting!!! The waiting is the part that kills. A radiation engulfing each and every single one of us counting down our days till the very last second of life left. "Why bother sell now?" was my only thought...when suddenly another ring....Could it be another bomb? "Best Buy Insurance....Josh speaking...." A moment of silence.....I swallowed the hardest drop of saliva which happened to be the last one left. Might as well make it a good swallow right? The grim reaper said, "It ends today....No more..." Click.....The call ends...the smoke clears...radiation still amidst...Will anyone else terminate today?

Electronic Mind Regurgitation

I prefer to spill my heart out on a more vintage, high quality, 19.99 Barnes and Nobles, styled journal. However, this phenomena of online blogging seemed to have attached itself to my failure of trend setting. Here we go...do as they do...don't talk back...and keep moving...

Los Angeles is quite the fast paced bubble of life flow. And I'm proud to say I love it. Probably just as much as I love speeding through a highly ingested freeway; And I might also compare it to how much I enjoy blogging while I'm at work. Hehe...

Well I really should be making some calls to sell an auto insurance policy so I'll cut this short. And here's to my first online blog spot!! *Raises a glass and cheers