For about four months now (or is it five? six?) I've worked two jobs. Yesterday that ended, and now I only work one job. The dreaded evenings and nights of gas station cleaning are over. Despite not being cashiers, myself and one other guy did 60-90% of the work in that store (depending on who else worked that day). Now I work just one full-time job. City utility worker. And I'm taking my first Saturday as a free man with free time... To go play DnD with friends and a coworker. My Gears of War "Never Fight Alone" posters should be on sale next month. The Coalition really honored me with that commission. But before I worry about that, I have other commissions to finish. It's finally time. My dog and I can breathe again... I have a 2-bedroom apartment now, not just a couch. God has truly heaped the blessings this year. I guess I still work two jobs, then. Also, a backhoe axle broke my right pointer finger at the tip. Typing is almost a hassle now. Should be healed in a couple weeks.
The man who claimed to know my brother's suffering better than anyone, just claimed I was the cause of it. He also called me a liar for hitting a deer with my car (to whoever scavenged that roadkill, THANKS), and called me a liar over filling up the chicken water (I filled it up yesterday, went to sleep, then it rained, and yet it was bone dry right after the rain... That means the chickens tipped the bowl over). He also accused me of many counts of theft, when he's the one who stole MY "HJ" labelled beers out of the fridge. This is the story of a violent alcoholic who was supposed to have an intervention today. Everyone bailed on the intervention except one neighbor. So this became the story of how I refused vengeance, and cut an asshole out of my life. My sister, her boyfriend, and the one neighbor witnessed much of this. I recorded some of it. The rest is hearsay, but hear me when I say... This was history repeating itself. Last time this happened, it was because a javelina was eating the dogfood, and the asshole left rat poison out for the dogs. I got beat up last time. But this time... This time the fight was averted. Don't throw hands with assholes. They're just trying to lure you into lawsuits. Cut toxic family out of your life. Keep documentation. Make recordings of the screams. Get witnesses. Get out.
Just turned in a major commission. No idea if it will lead to more, but it's time I set up a store. Expect the art to go live today or next week.
Today I learned that the 'Watch' button in notifications is how to find everyone I'm following...