Can you help me put back the pieces of my life? Anyone, please; I woke up today and realized my world is not what it used to be or set out to be. See if you can follow and help.
I keep thinking someone slipped me something in a drink 25 years ago and I am trying to piece together the remnants of the last quarter century...mainly my career. I think some crazy Asian guy named Harry Wong did a number on me. I have no clue what happened to me but somehow I ended up in Hemet. I am just thankful to look in the mirror and see I do not have a Mike Tyson tattoo on my face. I do have a funny rash in an embarrassing spot and for some reason I crave bananas, whoppers, and ho hos. I also found out I have a strong dislike for black women of power who wear their hair in corn rows as well as disliking guys whose last name include the color green and yell a lot of nonsense.
I used to think hookers were women who strutted the streets in high boots and fur coats but now see they are emaciated addicts covered in sores and tattoos of the names of the children the courts have taken from them. When did we become a society of toothless nomads who roam the streets yelling at God while offering to clean your windshield while you park your car at Stater Brothers?
Somehow we elected a black man president whose family is from Ireland, Africa, and Hawaii while being over shadowed by a woman who sees herself as our savior while she rides on buses and forgets she has a knocked up teen age daughter and a mongoloid kid of her own at home. Wal Mart now owns what China does not want and together they have replaced the U.S. as world super powers.
I seem to recall being tossed out of a plane and into the east river just before it was flown into two large towers. However, when I go back to the scene of the crime, I see no evidence of any towers but there is some douche bag with funny hair threatening to run for president if some guy can't produce his birth certificate. I have no record of where my money went but noticed there is a shit load of taxes I pay today that did not exist back in the day. What's so special about "special taxes?"
What is really weird is before all of this went down, we used to have a governor who dated rock stars and now I see he is still governor only he is as old as rocks. Next thing you are going to tell me is that action hero movie stars have been calling the shots and threatening to destroy anyone but their maid if they get in the way.
Strangest of all is our schools. They used to be pleasant places where you could make a decent living while enjoying working with kids. If kids acted up they were sent to the Principal's office, a guy they feared, and were beaten within an inch of their lives all with the blessing of mom and dad. Now I see they are giant day care centers where kids beat each other, carry on affairs with their teachers, and sit around the quad and pound beers with their BFF, the principal.
There are two kinds of school days, test preparation days and testing days. PE is now a giant holding tank for enormous children who used to be called fat and got teased by their classmates but are now somehow considered hot and put out for anyone. Jocks were once well conditioned athletes who used to pride themselves on their athletic talent while maintaining good grades but are now a bunch of lazy asses who like to wear team jerseys but can't find the time to attend practice. Oh, and coaches are not allowed to yell at anyone because somehow now everyone has something called self esteem and if you yell at them or say anything negative it causes them to lose it and their lives head in a downward spiral.
Finally, we have a lot of TV channels. I'm not sure what is on all of them because kids use the TV to play with their wii wiis or do mortal combat with their friends. No one gives wedgies but they do text mean things about others. Good girls dress like whores and bad girls dress like ugly whores. Female teachers dress like whores and male teachers dress professionally except for me; I still wear shorts and t-shirts because I keep having a recurring dream within a dream that one day I am a PE teacher and the next a social studies teacher. Then I am a middle school teacher who becomes an elementary teacher only to become a high school teacher and all the while just wants out of teaching.
There you have it. At least what I can remember. If anyone out there can help me fill in the gaps so I can better understand what the hell has gone on, it would be greatly appreciated. Until then, how do you cure a hang over?