Hell yea!
I just spent the last 6hrs. locked out of the house with only a wife beater, grey shorts, and standard boxer briefs because it was a laundry day for me.

So about 11:30am I decided to grab a water bottle to put it in the fridge so it can keep me company while I jog around the neighborhod later.
Turns out someone had set the lock on the garage door w/o my knowledge.
I didn't know it was set 'til the door closed behind me and I was unable to open it.
30mins. later, I realize locksmith isn't a great profession for me to jump into.
Damn new locks.
So much for Plan A.

So I spend the next few minutes drinking one of the beers we leave in the garage.
Mmmm.... it's warm.
I also assess my current situation.
All the doors are locked, and we don't hide spares outside the house
I've got access to the garage and the backyard.
Gotta remember to use the kickstops on our doors.
Probably gonna miss my job interview today.
Don't know anybody's work number off the top of my head.
But I do know my brother's cellphone number.

New plan.
Go to elderly woman next door and ask to use phone.
She takes one look at me.
Wife beater, grey shorts that go to the top of my knees, shaved head, glasses, and love handles.
She assumes I'm threatening and doesn't allow me to go inside the house to use her phone.
She does however promise to call up my brother's cellphone and leave him a message.

Life's great.
Got locked out of the house, got to deal w/ a bit of racial profiling, and I'm freezing my ass off cuz there was a really strong, cool breeze in San Marcos today.

So I have lots of freetime available to me while I wait around for my savior in the form of my brother and a house key.
But freetime leads to thinking when things haven't been going your way.
Deep thinking.
With many questions.
Like when is all of this minor shit coming down on me gonna let up?
I understand that I can be worse off. That I live in a mostly good country. That I have my health.
But all the things that have been happening to me the past few months add up and wears out my soul.
Who the hell did I piss off to receive such a karmic bitch slap from?
Is some divine power just messing with me for fun?
Seriously, when will good luck enter the picture for me?
Will it enter the picture?
Cuz' I'm tired of being positive. I'm tired of being patient. I'm just tired.
Something good happen to me within the next week please.
Haven't I gone through enough yet?
I just want to move on to the next phase of my life.

I figure that my brother can head out during his lunch break to let me in.
If that wasn't possible, he'd be back by 3:30pm after he gets out of work.
New plan.
Drink enough beer for me to pass out in the backseat of the Benz that was mercifully left unlocked.
As a bonus, there's a blanket in the backseat.
Why the beers?
To make me forgot how uncomfortable the Benz is when you're big.
And to stop me from thinking.

When I went to sleep it was daytime. Around 1:30pm if I guessed right using the positioning of the sun.
When I woke up the streetlights were on and it was pitch black.
And I had to urinate.
Quick run to the backyard.
Probably used the same area the cats liked to have used since it smelled marvelous.
Then again, that's also where we bury all the dead animals.
Got a nice view inside my house from there.
The clock read 5:30pm.

I don't think the lady called.
Luckily my dad showed up a few minutes later to let me into the house.
So glad they were having a holiday party today and he got to leave early.
At least he got a good chuckle knowing I can survive inside the garage if needed.
Brother and mother come home from overtime work a few minutes later.
He didn't get any messages.
I don't think she called.
Checked his call log, no missed calls.
She definitely didn't call.

I have fucking LOVE HANDLES!!!
How do I look so fearsome?
I've even got a bunch of visible white hairs now.
Am I that menacing looking?
Does that justify mother's bringing there children in closer to them at the sight of me walking towards them in the mall?
*sigh*
There used to be a time where we didn't have to worry 'bout locking our doors.

So yea, here I am posting this story.
Wasted half the day.
Still broke.
Am I doing anything tonight?
Probably not.

How's life on your end?