Please rip out my eardrums!

I swear I am going to go off the deep end if I hear that stupid song one more time. 

The stupid song I’m referring to is the infamous “Work” by Rihanna and Drake. God I hate that song more than I hate any song which has ever come out. That’s saying a mouthful, because there are plenty of songs I truly despise. 

How bad is “Work”? It’s so bad I would rather listen to “Nothing Compares 2 U” by Sinead O’Connor on continuous loop rather than “Work”. Whenever I hear “Nothing Compares 2 U”, I immediately change the radio station. I have hated that song intensely since it was released in early 1990. 

But it is not, and never will be, as bad as “Work”. Every time I hear “Work”, I want to vomit. And I have heard it enough on the speakers at Buffalo Wild Wings in various locations to lose the entire content of my stomach for the last three years. 

Last night’s visit to Buffalo Wild Wings in Salina was very good. 

Until 8:20 p.m.

A mother let her brattty 4-year old girl play “Work” on the jukebox. I wanted to tell her off. I really wanted to tell her off. I don’t care if I would have been banned for life from that location, or from all Buffalo Wild Wings. It would have been so worth it.

That mother needs a lesson about how to be a good parent. Nobody should ever let their child listen to Rihanna or Drake. The values both espouse are bad. Very bad. Rihanna let Chris Brown beat the shit out of her without doing anything. Drake has ties to many shady people. I fucking hate the Toronto Raptors because Drake is their biggest fan. 

If that happens again, I am not going to keep my mouth shut. I don’t care anymore. 

My parents are a lot of things I don’t like, but I know they would never have let me listen to shit like that when I was that age. Then again, there really wasn’t much bad music when I was 4 years old, which for reference was late 1980 and much of 1981. 

I was in a very rotten mood going back to Russell last night. Very rotten. I’ve had it with putting up with this piece of shit life I have. I want it to end so badly. I have nothing left to live for.

I dragged myself out of bed at 8:30 this morning. Why? So I could get ready and drive to Colby to watch Cailtyn play? Look i love Caitlyn and want to support her, but I don’t know how supportive I can be. My life is so far in the toilet it stopped being funny a long, long time ago. 

I didn’t want to engage Caitlyn in a long conversation a few minutes ago. She’s got a game to concentrate on. Even if I were in a very good mood, I know it’s something which should wait until after the game. But right now, definitely it should wait. I feel so terrible. The drive back to Russell is going to be hell–not because it’s at night, not because it’s 132 miles, but because of the way I feel, knowing tomorrow and Sunday will be pure hell on earth in that basement. 

I’m so disappointed in Crista right now. She has let me down big time. I can’t believe she would suggest going on Ashley Madison is not a bad idea? COME ON. I know it’s awful. Peggy told me as much last night. But why is Crista trying to dismiss it? It’s very unhealthy and I know it. Yet why do I keep doing it? WHY? 

Right now, I don’t think I can trust anyone. I know certainly I can’t trust anyone in Louisiana, and the people here aren’t worthy either. 

About David

I am a sportswriter for a group of weekly newspapers in small towns across northern Kansas. I grew up in New Orleans, went to college at LSU and wandered in the wilderness until Hurricane Katrina finally put me on the path to my current job.

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