2.24.2005

Reasons Why I Can't Stand Living in America (God I Hate Living in this Country)

1. New York City - Everywhere you go people here are begging you for money. If you smoke, they beg you for ciggarettes, or they offer to buy one for 25 cents. A pack costs atleast $7.50 buddy, cough up a nother quarter or your homeless ass is shit outta luck. When smokes were 270 yen a pack (for Mild Sevens) in Japan I was more than happy to give one to a homeless guy, cuz they cost so little who cares right? Here they cost as much as a full meal at a fast food restaurant. When you say no they get pissed off like you owe them something, as if it is my fault they are homeless? I think not! When you give them spare change, if it is not enough for them to get the heroine, cheap vodka, or whatever other vice of their's they have to support they scream at you for more...fuck you buddy!! Be happy I even gave you anything! The only thing I give homeless is a small coffee, a ciggarette (before I quit cuz of how annoying ppl in this city are), or a meal from Gray's Papaya. $2.75 for 2 hot dogs and a fruit juice...can't beat that!

2. My Parents - Ever since the minute I set foot on this planet they have ridiculed anything I have ever done. I just got off the phone with my mother and told her the issues with U-Haul (for an out of state move it has to be a one way rental) and that since their policy restricts my ability to move furniture I don't know what to do...her response to me you ask? "You're lying to me. It all sounds like lies. I don't believe a word you are saying." Piss off!! For Christ's sake! I mean...really! My mother has always treated me like absolute shit and favored my little brother. When I was 16 I was kicked out of her house 3 days before Christmass in a raging snow storm with all my stuff in black plastic garbage bags thrown out into the snow. I was pissed...but relieved, I hated living with her anyway. When she saw I was happy she made my father, and the courts, return me to her house for a bit more hell.

When I was 17 I was once again kicked out because my mother found beer cans in my closet and that led her to believe that I was a drug addict. She threatened me with a drug test...I told her we should go to the hospital immediately. I knew I would pass with flying colors. My step father (that psychotic mess) found creatine in my car. I took it while I was on the wrestling team to build muscle mass, he automatically assumed it was coke. It was a giant tupperware container that, if filled with coke, would have had a street value of several hundred thousand dollars...like I am going to be able to get that much lello at the age of 17...so out the door I went again.

Then a few months later my step father helped me get a car. He did not pay for it,k it was not in his name, he did not do anything except find it. I paid for it in full, I registered it in my name, paid the insurance, etc, etc. So one day he decided, for no real legitimate reason, that I had to give him the keys to my car. I told him no. It was my car. So he went nuts. I went to work that day, back then I worked at Boston Market. He showed up while it was busy screaming at me in front of a full lobby, ran behind the counter and grabbed a huge butcher knife. He started chasing me through the kitchen screaming he would kill me if I did not give him the keys. I told him to fuck off and ran out the back. He went after me and it took four people (2 co-workers, a customer, and a cop) to get him off me. That was the first day I got high. My manager gave me a joint and told me to go smoke it cuz it would relax me.

I was kicked out of my mother's house a total of 4 times beacuse they "thought" I was doing drugs. I passed every single drug test I have ever taken and will most likely never fail one. I drink like a fish, but I don't get high that often. Not my thing.

3. My Brother - This fuckin kid cracks me up. He, for a long time, had his friends come over and they would all sit up in his room playing video games and getting high every day...EVERYDAY!!! He would stink the entire house up like pot. He would get stoned out of his gourd and then go see my father and my Dad would sit there laughing about it saying "pass the pipe Dan-o." How come when people thought I was getting high I was crucified, but when they know my brotehr is they don't care. My mother even talked about it with Dan and ways he could flush his system out for a drug test. HOLY SHIT!! My mother's justification for kicking me out was when she rooted through all my stuff and found 20 beer cans in my closet. 20 beer cans?? Oh no, my son drinks beer like me!! Heaven forbid! So the other day I flipped out cuz of UHaul fucking me over, so many times. So my mother reached deep into her bag of tricks from the good ol' days and kicked me out of her house...again! So I lost it. Telling her how my brother gets high like everyday, trips on acid, does 'shrooms, etc, etc, etc. Basically a "you think I am the one with problems?? Examine that more closely" type of thing. The result? I am crucified by both my mother and my father...

They say I am an evil, sneaky, back stabbing little bastard that only did it to get the heat off my back....to be honest I could care less about my mother yelling at me...she has been kicking me out of her hosue and yelling at me like I was her worst enemy for so many years I can't remember when she didn't do it. Let's take a step back and examine this whole thing though...

He is the one bring large quantities of drugs into the house and having drug dealers come over a few times a week. Known drug dealers that the police monitor on a regular basis. The whole house stinks like pot, the kid is strung out like Nicholas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas, and he keeps wrecking every vehicle he gets but I am the bad guy here??? How is that possible?? Please explain to me where I am the one who is wrong. That kid spent his entire life setting me up and stabbing me in the back, I tell my parents he is tripping on acid and I am the bad guy? Whatever, fuck off. Who needs this drama?

So he says I betrayed him. Screw you bro. You have betrayed me so many times I won't bother listing them. That would be a whole nother post. One most likely to be written tomorrow.

4. UHaul - see under UHaul can Suck it Hard...

5. American Cell Phones - They suck ass. The service is horrible. The phones are way overpriced, you have to pay for incoming calls (unless you have Nextel). You need a security deposit to get a phone, if you have no credit history the past few years like me. They are totally inferior to Japanese phones in every single way possible. There are way too many inferiorities to list, to the point I would sound like a salesman for DoCoMo. Sprint can lick my balls. Their phones are overpriced, their reception is shitty, customer service is awful, and so on. The only good thing I have to say about them is the ringers. Nothin' beats a good 80's tune jammin out of your phone everytime someone calls you.

I have soo many more reasons why I hate living in America, and why I never plan to return here for anything more than a visit once I escape. There are certain things I love about this country, and if anyone ever says bad things about Americans, or our fearless leader, abroad...I will stand up for my country. I am a damn proud American and love what my country stands for...I just don't want to live here.

I can't wait to escape...I feel like I am trapped in a prison and I can't break free. It's like Monopoly. My "Get Out of Jail Free" card would be my plane ticket to Tokyo.