I Gotta Get High To Go To Work

I don't work. Not at all. Never really found the perfect job. And when I see the want adds my head starts to sing along loud and shouting. I used to work all day. Heatwave or pouring rain. The work I did was total shit. It ruined everyday. But I did it anyway. Tough it out they say. You get reward from pain. Well not me I had to stay high. Even though I can't afford anything. But that's the way the game is played. Forget misery and fucking shame. Life isn't fair and there's no one to blame. Hey, hey, maybe,hey, hey. Stop doing what you hate. Don't have kids when your 16, 26, or 28. You don't get married to get laid. I'm not lying here. I'm being sincere. Late in my 30's still bang girls in their early, 20's. I say f### it till your 40. Times have changed. Come on people its all bad and it's all the same. Like David Bowie said, cha-cha-changes. Turn the Goddamn page.
If your 30 and it's been 10 years since you've had some strange, man that's not okay. I may be a bit lazy, but when they tried to change me, I snapped out of it, took a lot of shit, but when it doesn't fit, I get real down in it. Then I get high just to get by. Another day of what I did. Bosses took me in and I won't beg for it. And I will not lie, I was usually twice as high. Urine from hell melted the plastic.
My union representative was a stupid man who shouldn't exist. I took his advice on how to handle it. We make a pitch to management. Didn't work a bit. I had a better chance without him. I was a genius compared to my Union representative. I'm not kidding. But I knew I was quiting.
I felt sorry for my dumb representative. Not for how he tried but for his incompetence. In the end he came to me and said.... Nothing. Nothing at all. I never saw him again. No handshake. No explanation. Just another day at the PPA. Yes I was a f'er out there ticketing. I made bread crumbs, they made billions. There's about 80 percent more enforcement then the city could ever need. Than any city could ever possibly need. It was a war on the streets. If it was World War 2 the PPA were the nazis. So there's an example of my own personal misery. I did as much drugs as I could get every single day.
I was a junky at work. Now I'm a junky at home. When it becomes about validation. Having a job like a good American. Because you should not because of support. Than it's all a bunch of mindless masturbation. Oh and to my fellow Philly brothers, I know your not dicks. I know you want to pay your meter. I know your good people. And I did my best to go as slow as I can. If you made it to me before I finished. I took the ticket back. Don't ever let them tell you that they can't once your plate is in. Unless the tickets finished, they can recind it. It's called a ticket recission. Don't you ever let them feed you that bullshit.

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