Incurable

New Beginnings

          Waking up at six thirty in the morning on a Monday is something I never liked but I never had a choice when it came to putting food on the table. Every morning was the same shit, wake up, get ready, eat breakfast, kiss the Jenny and the kids, then off to try to make a living doing the things I never enjoy. Sometimes I think to myself why can't I do something I enjoy. I always tell myself the same answer,"Owen your'e too fucking lazy." I shut my car door letting go a deep sigh knowing I'm ten minutes late. 

As I smoke my last cigarette hoping it will calm the last few nerves I have, I get a phone call. I just let it ring because I knew it was going to pile more shit on this day than make it better, trust me it never fails. I turned on the radio to at least listen to something to clear my head. Rock and Roll was my go to genre for times like these. I can't even enjoy that because some asshole over the radio telling people to be cautious due to a new virus breaking out. 

I took my last pull off my cigarette and turned the radio off and hooked up the Bluetooth. With the volume turned all the way up I started listening to "Dead And Bloated" by Stone Temple Pilots. Believe me if you haven't heard it put it on your to do list, i'm doing you a favor. Forever and a half later I'm at my job, I take my hard hat from the glove compartment and whisper, "here we go." I was greeted by one of my best friends Mason, this guy will have you laughing for hours. As we were walking he was telling me how the boss was pissed about me being late, I chuckled a bit and told him don't worry about it and that it was nothing new. I proceeded to the back where I clock in and joke with Mason about the boss. Ever heard of the phrase speak of the devil? Well lets just say that's what I just did. He screams my name from the other side of the site and little did I know he was about to tell me something I'd never think he'd tell me.