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Let the music play… and I will kill you

Morning and evening rush hour on the cheap canadian kamagra subway is quiet time. The trains are crowded with commuters. But everyone sleeps or reads or daydreams or listens to music through headphones. Nobody talks, and nobody bothers anyone. It’s a very New York feeling to be surrounded and still alone. And during rush hour – when you’re […]

Unemployment vs. sick day, the home edition

Unemployed people get unlimited, unpaid sick days, in case you’re considering unemployment as a career move. But I haven’t taken a sick day in forever. Sick days were a rarity for me even when employed. I’m generally a healthy guy. And laying about seems like such a waste when things need to get done. (Hear […]

“Coming to America” is alive and well in Queens

After a long day of not finding a job, it’s relaxing to engage in an even more mindless activity. Channel surfing, second to sleeping, is the greatest time-waster ever created. My thumb and a few buttons on the remote control give me 200 stations of useless television programming, and occasionally something worth watching. I always […]

Unemployment killed my computer

Little Compy – LC to family and good friends – is dying a slow and kamagra prescription painful death right before my eyes. It’s sad to watch. His once shiny white case is smudged and dinged with the scars of a hard life. His screen is scratched and imprinted with the outline of the keyboard. His battery […]

What happens when I can’t afford a Mets ticket

Attending a midweek afternoon baseball game is the height of unemployment decadence. I developed a taste for it after my 2008 layoff. Shea Stadium – the New York Mets‘ old home field – was only a few subway stops from my apartment. And an upper reserve seat behind home plate could be had for $5-$10 […]

Still gay for the Pet Shop Boys after all these years

My music taste is all over the map. It has been ever since Dad brought home a U2 album way back in 1984, forcing me to realize that everything else I liked sucked. Much of my collection falls in one of the following categories… depressing, suicide-inducing, singer-songwriter stuff droney, feedback-laden guitar rock poppy poppiness with […]

The cycle of feeling sorry for myself

Every so often a funk grabs a hold of me, for no good reason. And not the sequined Rick James funk of awesomeness either. I feel sorry for myself. I lament my unemployment and the general state of my life. I start to envy all the buy cialis tadalafil things everyone else has and I don’t – big […]