Joseph. Good Friday.
I Was Shot In My Head.
Young Joseph. My Uncles
Are Going To Kill Them For Me.
(Cocaine. 1967.) (Volume 1)
JOSEPH. PUBLISHED. WRITER.
I WRITE ALL DAY LONG HOE S.
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YOU: "I FIND THIS POST ABUSIVE."
ME: GET A J O B
and YOU SERVE
THE BEST MAC DONALDS BURGER
THAT YOU CAN HOE S.
RIDICULOUS.
WELFARE.
THAT IS ALL YOU EVER
SEEM TO LOOK
FOR IN YOUR PATHETIC LIVES.
IF YOU DONT LIKE WHAT
YOU ARE READING RIGHT NOW:
THEN YOU CAN KEEP ON MOVING."
YOU and YOUR
FANCY NEW MAC DONALDS J O B .
THAT IS ALL YOU HAVE FOR TOMORROW.
"I SAID DO YOUR WIFEY
GET FREE FOOD HERE OR NOT TRIGGA!?"
We Are Abouts To Leave
On Out To My Vehicle.
Straight Right
In Front Of You Trigga.
Oh. You Dont Even Wanna
Truly See How I Do Trigga.
"SMASH YOU IN
YOUR PLUCKING FACE."
SQUARE THIS OFF RIGHT NOW.
This book has been eight years in the making. It is mostly a jumble of thoughts written down in old spiral notebooks and hidden in the bottom drawer underneath various manuals for software packages and hardware long since turned obsolete.
The experience of a young adult trying to figure out what they want to do for employment or education can be overwhelming. My book will give them insight to what it means to be a carpenter. And the progress unions have made in discrimination.
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