Why do I write this shit? I mean really what the hell is so important about wrestling that makes me try to write a weekly column? Which lately hasn't been so weekly as it has been weak. Recently I have become a little burned out on writing a column about wrestling so this week I will just try to ignore it all. Hey if CRZ can write a column about going to get a slurpee for Emzee why can't I write a column that has absolutely nothing to do with wrestling also? I may not happen to have the integrity and love of the wrestling internet community that Christopher does, but dammit I have stories about real life too.

Take for example tonight. I work at a store in a shitty mall that just sells Nascaar stuff. How fucking pathetic you have to be thinking right now. I hate Nascaar to but the job has its incentives (although right now I am being forced to watch the show after ECW, which tonight is World of Outlaws Racing, great more morons driving in circles, this time on dirt!!!) But no it isn't as sad as you think because as I write these words I am working at the store on a Friday night with absolutely no customers bothering me, well almost none. You know what this means, I'm GETTING PAID TO WRITE!!!!! Well not really because if the owner knew he would probably fire me but it is nice to think of it that way.

Hey on to my rambling story. I'm just sitting here surfing the web, hitting the wrestling sites, reading some slash columnists and watching ECW on TNN when this big over weight man come into my store and starts off with this quote during the final segment of ECW "they sure don't show much country on TNN anymore". He said this like it was a bad thing. Like he was missing his reruns of the duke boys or that 18 wheels of justice just wasn't country enough for him. I guess Francine and her ass weren't country enough for this man but Daisy Duke's ass just screams moonshine and oil.

After this uttering he proceeds to talk to me about Nascaar like I'm a fellow fan. Now I hate Nascaar with a passion. It is a stupid sport and its not entertainment. I think driving around circles should be called sports go-to-sleep. The slogan for this sport for morons should be Nascaar: We drive in circles!!! Shit I can drive in a circle and go nowhere, they just do it faster than I do and with other idiots who are directionally impaired.

While thoughts like those above go through my head this guy is rambling on about Earnhardt Jr. and Earnhardt Sr. and the Petty's and Bill Elliott and all these other racers and the cars they use and all this other extraneous bullshit that goes along with racing. Who really cares weather somebody uses illegal gas or not, I don't. It is gas, why is it illegal to use a certain kind of gas, does it make you go faster? If it does isn't that the point? Damn this store for making me know all the names of the above mentioned drivers. I wish I never heard of the Earnhardt's at this moment in time or illegal gas.

Now I haven't talked back to the guy in some time but he still keeps talking to me. This is how are converseation went. Him:"blah blah blah blah blah. . . blaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh" Me: ". . ." Him: "Blah blah bah blah oil engine block 365 blaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 'cough' " Me: ". . ." Him: "Blah Blah blacksheep 'laughter'. Me ". . ." and it goes on like this for TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES.

Didn't he get the fucking point? I didn't want to talk to him. First of all I don't know shit about cars so trying to discuss engine blocks with me is a waste of fucking time. Second of all he makes fun of TNN for showing wrestling, a show I was obviously watching. Third of all (and this really pisses me off) He didn't buy a damn thing. If you are going to sit in the store for twenty minutes and bore the shit out of the clerk than buy something!!!!!

He finally just left. Which I was greatly appreciative of. Which leads me up to right now. That has been my life for the past hour. The sad thing is shit like this goes on everyday at our store. People come in and make fun of us for what we are watching on tv or tell us our prices our to high or desire to discuss the finite details of Jeff Gordon's new car setup wich none of us who work there give a shit about. From working at this store I've come to the conclusion that Nascaar fans, for the most part, are rude, boring, and love minute details. This doesn't even include the sticker people. . .oh the horror that they induce is mind wrenching.

Hey wait a minute those Nascaar people remind me of some other people. Dammit who is it. . . ah shit I can't remember. My mind must be destroyed by engine block talk.