Credit

            Credit is crack for the masses. People do there best to get swindled. It’s a competition really, with credit scores and credit ratings. People actively participate in getting monetarily abused. Credit cards are the worst. You’d be a dang fool to have one, and you’d have to be a bigger fool to use it. I had one once and I used it, but I felt terrible about myself knowing I was beholden to a corporation. It doesn’t seem to bother most people like it bothered me. I felt trapped having that credit card. I used it mainly on women, dinners and good times. I went over board once and went over my credit limit; the corporation was angered and revoked my privilege, oh boo-who, you mean you’re not going to monetarily abuse me any more? 

Mother's Day

Mutter’s Day and brunch, not exactly made to order but something different for me. Good old mom, she’s still doing well. She’s getting up there in age, but she’s healthy with hardly a grey hair on her head.

It was an all you can eat affair. I wasn’t all that hungry. I tried to eat my fill, but frankly I failed. The United States is a strange place. The cultural expectations are mystifying, gorge, eat more than you need, you may never get another chance. I don’t fit in with the Mother’s Day restaurant manner.

            I should‘ve had the crab legs. I wanted them, but they were just sitting there cold. I don’t like to eat things that sit around cold. I start thinking about parasites and indigestion, the history of the crab. It’s best to stay away when you start thinking like that. The risk is not worth the reward.