Human Punching Bag

 
My "friend" has kicked me out of his house twice and attempted to kick me out of his car once (It wasn't moving at the time.).
At work, customers have fucked with me.
My neighbor hates me and tries to bother me  He is full of anger towards me.
I'm not happy at home, at work, or out with my "friend."
Only the threat of incarceration, homelessness, and injury keeps me from lashing out against my tormentors.
This is life.
Life is shit.

Overflowing with Anger

 
I had been unemployed for quite a while: more than 2 years.  Probably because my employment record is so shitty, no one has wanted to hire me.  I went to a place called RochesterWorks!  I asked them to help me find a job.  I was interviewed by an obese woman.  She asked me why I had been out of work so long.  Depression and OCD, I said.  She referred me to ACCES-VR, which helps people with disabilities get jobs.  It's been a long process, but I've been working the last few days as a janitor.  My shifts last from 1.5-2.5 hours per day.  It's temporary; it will be over in a week.  I'm filling in for a guy with a prosthetic leg who's on vacation in Florida.  I clean a Barnes & Noble.  I sweep, mop, vacuum, take out the trash, and clean the bathrooms.  I've cleaned shitty toilets.  Today, I found what I assume was a used maxi pad.  It seemed too big to be a mini pad.  It had quite a bit of dried blood on it. 
The problem is that the guy who got me this gig told me that it paid $8 an hour.  I said okay anyway.  But then I thought to look up the current minimum wage in the state of New York; it's $8.75 an hour.  I haven't been able to ask him about that yet, because it's the weekend.  I certainly will ask him, or someone else, about it tomorrow.  My anger has been building over this issue.  People who clean other people's shit out of toilets deserve to earn at least the minimum wage.  
I'm also angry at my neighbor.  Shortly after he and his fat, ugly wife first moved in, he played some loud music.  I tried to nip it in the bud.  I went over there and rang the doorbell.  I asked him to turn it down.  He apologized and turned it down.  It stayed down for a while: weeks or months.  Then it got louder again.  He also sings quite loudly.  He sings at the top of his lungs in his bathroom, which goes right through the wall.  I've yelled at him, through the wall, to shut up, but it never worked.  He also was singing in the hallways.  He'd come into the building singing loudly.  He'd continue until he got to his apartment.  Then he'd come out of his apt. singing loudly.  One time, I opened my door abruptly, and he looked at me.  "What's up?" I said with a mean look on my face.  He just shut up and skedaddled.
I got so sick and tired of hearing his f*cking singing that I wrote a note to him and put it under his door.  Then I went out.  When I returned, there was a note under my door.  It was written by his wife, and it was angry and defiant.  "I pay my rent.  You no work.  I'm a good person, and so is my husband.  Yes I sing, and in church too.  Don't put no more paper under my door.  Don't knock on my door.  Call the office if you have a problem."  I'm going by memory.  It was very poorly written.  I'm sure I just improved it.  However, things got better.  The loud music stopped, and the as*hole stopped singing in the halls.  When he and I pass each other by, we glare at each other.  I don't like him.  Now, after quite a bit of peace, the loud music has returned and so has his singing through the wall we share.  So this is my life.  I wake up early, clean shit out of toilets, and come home to more shit.          

This is Veganman

Don't judge a book by its cover.

The book I wrote, Veganman, is available here on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ZSHNT5I It's available on other countries' Amazon websites too.
This is the description I wrote for Veganman:
There is no book like this one. It is the definitive animal liberation novel. This book informs while it entertains. It’s violent, because it is an attempt to show people how animals are treated by treating humans the same way. This is an expression of vegan and vegetarian anger. Sadly, it’s not any more violent than the way animals are treated by people every single day. This is the rare story that’s more about animals’ happiness than people’s happiness. This is fiction for a reason. It’s fiction from the heart. Numerous ways in which animals are treated cruelly are addressed. This is a strange book. One chapter might contain violence, because it was necessary to liberate the animals. However, the next chapter might be quite different, because it shows how things have improved greatly for the liberated animals. This book is both an animal lover’s dream and an animal abuser’s nightmare. It’s a result of the author’s love for all animals; he is trying to change the world for their benefit. However, you don’t have to be a vegan to enjoy this story. It’s fresh, original, well-written, well-researched, packed with action, and even funny at times.
As a result of becoming aware of animal cruelty, Mike became a vegan. He read books and learned much about the many different ways in which people mistreat animals. Since people don’t need to eat meat, he became convinced that it was wrong to do so. He dedicated himself to helping animals in need: especially those living in horrible conditions under the control of humans. He used the traditional, non-violent methods to try to change hearts and minds about the way we treat animals, but, when that failed, he realized he needed to become the first true animal liberation soldier. He sent a letter to several media organizations that warned people to become vegans or face consequences. Only after he killed his first two victims, a butcher and a fur shop owner, did the media report the existence of the letter. He continued to punish “enemies of animals.” He also attempted to recruit people to join him. Eventually, people did join him, and the Animal Liberation Organization became a force to be reckoned with. Mike, now Veganman, led by blogging. Activist computer experts made sure his blog was virtually invisible to anyone who hadn’t been authorized to see it. Veganman blogged about different sorts of animal cruelty. The purpose of the blog was to help any animals that needed it. He also commanded his soldiers to liberate animals and punish any humans who got in the way. The liberated animals were transported to spacious sanctuaries where they would be taken care of by real animal lovers. The activists turned the tables on people who abused, or paid others to abuse, animals. They needed funding, so he ordered activists to rob people who had made considerable sums of money at the expense of animals. This fortune provided them with the means to fulfill their wildest animal rescue fantasies. What began with one man became a revolution.
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