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Wednesday, January 9, 2008


I had a kind of a depressing Monday. It was my first day back to work after the holidays, so I was up at 4:30 again. FUN! I was ready to go back to work.

But I went into "Sals" to get the painting I gave him back. I originally let him hang it up in his deli, and he displayed it proudly over his cash register. This painting is the one I did back in Junior High, it means an awful lot to me. I took it back because over the last year, "Sal" has pretty much phased me and my brother out of his life. It started in the spring when he fired my brother from previously mentioned deli. Then "Sal" started talking about "how MY MOTHER would have reacted to the whole situation, thinking she would have been angrier at my brother.

[This sidebar is going to be very personal]
This son of a bitch is going to try to tell everyone HOW MY MOM WOULD HAVE REACTED TO THIS!!! BULLSHIT FUCKER!!!! My mom would have called you a damn pussy, and a classless bastard for how you handled that whole situation. YOU HAD YOUR LITTLE COKE-HEAD WHIPPING BOY FIRE HIM! AND DIDNT HAVE THE BALLS TO DO IT YOURSELF!!!! DONT YOU DARE TRY TO TELL ME WHAT MY MOTHER WOULD HAVE SAID ASSHOLE!!!! OK, now it seems that my hanging out in that deli for at most an hour and a half every day, at their slowest time, mind you, was wearing on his nerves. He tells my friend "Bravo" who has been there since day one, to tell me to not come in anymore. "Its not a Starbucks, Its a deli"
I SPENT MONEY IN THERE ASSHOLE, I WAS A CUSTOMER. AND YOU TREAT ME LIKE THAT!!!!!

Now, "Bravo" seems to have been fired also, and it now seems that I may no longer have any ties to "Sal", a man to have claimed "Loved my mother dearly". I dont know if I will ever be able to go back to the lake I essentially grew up on, because my grandma doesnt live there anymore. And "Sal" is the only person I know who lives on the lake still. I hope that by some stroke of a miracle, "Sal" will still be personable to us if we want to go out and try to go fishing. But I doubt it.

Back to the painting, well, actually that sums up why I took it back. I do not feel close to that man anymore. He treated my brother like shit, treated my friend like shit, and it seems like I was nothing more than an annoyance to him. Even though I spent money in there almost every day.

Here is the painting, I spent most of my 8th grade school year on this. It turned out great, because the teacher gave me the time to do it right, I even got exempt from other projects to work on this one.
My Painting
It means the world to me, and I would rather put it back up on MY wall than to have someone who doesnt appreciate it up in their drowning deli.

Take care guys, I swear Im not angry or depressed ^_^'

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