I picked up Lord of the rings last weekend, it's been a long time goal of mine to read this book. I have not been able to put it down. The only time I am not reading are when I'm; sleeping, eating, working, or bathing. In fact I am reading it right now. This book is crack cocaine, it is so fucking good. I've only had the book six days and I've already finished The Fellowship of the Ring. I am reading about 100 pages a day, which if you know me is quick. I guess that's what happens when most of what you read is Russian Philosophy Novels, Dostoevsky is my favorite, or Ancient Greek. I haven't read a book just for fun in ages, not saying that the books I do normally read aren't for fun. Hopefully I finish this soon cause I don't know how much more I can take.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Sunday, May 6, 2007
E-mail Freebsd and all the Fun that Comes With it
So I'm a systems administrator right? What does that mean? Well it means I get to goof off working on computers all day. I personally don't have very much experience working with BSD and administering e-mail, and other fun services. So, I decided I was going to learn something about it.
I was given a really old AMD Athlon MP 1800+ based server, thanks Doug. I was going to buy a via embedded board with dual NICs but couldn't afford to get one. Maybe someday I will. So the first thing to do was to take the damn thing apart, I really wish I had a digital camera, so that I could clean it and maybe do a better job with the wires.
Once the cleaning was done I had to install freebsd, this is probably the easiest OS in the world to install. It installs in about twenty minutes from the time you turn the computer on to reboot into the new OS. Blows the install times on windows and most linuxes out of the water. What you get though is just the base system which is fine, cause it's BSD I can very easily change the rules of the os to make it into any kind of server that I choose, unlike windows and some linuxes.
Well the first thing I need to get working was firewall/routing. PF is fanfuckingtastic for this. I was able to setup dhcpd by myself but could not for the life of me figure out the pf.conf, what a n00b, well thanks to Doug and his awesomeness he hooked me up with rules that work for what I need and will allow me to expand in the future, plus he commented the pf.conf for me so that it's awesome.
Next thing to get working was my ftp for my massive collection of music. I really like pure-ftp for this. I found a great how-to online detailing a pure-ftp setup that uses virtual users, very important for security, and MySQL to store the user information. The how-to is here http://machiel.generaal.net/index.php?subject=pureftpd&language=eng. This got me going with out much hassle, I did have to figure out some php stuff on my own. This setup works great, although I still need to get the ftp working in passive mode.
So my latest endeavor has been e-mail. I've owned brektyme.com for a little while now, mostly so I don't have to keep track of all my ip addresses. I decided though that I would like to stop having all my computers send their logs to my gmail account. So, I wanted a better solution, and Postfix was the answer. Postfix is great, it's easy to customize, easy to setup, and easy to maintain. So, I didn't want to just get postfix working that wouldn't get me much. No, I wanted an ISP class e-mail service, one where I could check with webmail anywhere, host multiple domains, setup aliases, and give my friends virtual accounts. Well again I was lucky in that I found a great how-to, only it was for openBSD, but no problem I was feeling comfortable enough with freeBSD by now that I should be able to get this going. Well I followed the how-to, but no luck. Luckily for my I have Doug, he was able to help me troubleshoot my SQL, and Postfix issues without telling me exactly what the issue was. I was able to figure it out and got postfix working in no time with his help. Then came IMAP, this too proved not that difficult. To tell the truth after fixing postfix and the SQL DB entries I was able to get everything working quick. Crap firefox crashed just now and I lost like another five or six lines from here. Damnit! I'm just going to publish this crap now and add to it later.
6/2/07 I still don't feel like updating so suck it!
I was given a really old AMD Athlon MP 1800+ based server, thanks Doug. I was going to buy a via embedded board with dual NICs but couldn't afford to get one. Maybe someday I will. So the first thing to do was to take the damn thing apart, I really wish I had a digital camera, so that I could clean it and maybe do a better job with the wires.
Once the cleaning was done I had to install freebsd, this is probably the easiest OS in the world to install. It installs in about twenty minutes from the time you turn the computer on to reboot into the new OS. Blows the install times on windows and most linuxes out of the water. What you get though is just the base system which is fine, cause it's BSD I can very easily change the rules of the os to make it into any kind of server that I choose, unlike windows and some linuxes.
Well the first thing I need to get working was firewall/routing. PF is fanfuckingtastic for this. I was able to setup dhcpd by myself but could not for the life of me figure out the pf.conf, what a n00b, well thanks to Doug and his awesomeness he hooked me up with rules that work for what I need and will allow me to expand in the future, plus he commented the pf.conf for me so that it's awesome.
# $FreeBSD: src/share/examples/pf/faq-example1,v 1.1 2004/09/14 01:07:18 mlaier Exp $
# $OpenBSD: faq-example1,v 1.2 2003/08/06 16:04:45 henning Exp $
#
# Firewall for Home or Small Office
# http://www.openbsd.org/faq/pf/example1.html
int_if = "fxp1"
ext_if = "fxp0"
router_ext_ip = "X.X.X.X"
router_int_ip = "192.168.2.1"
router_ext_services = "{ 22, 888, 21, 3306, 80, 25, 143 }"
router_int_services = "{ 22, 888, 21, 137, 139, 901, 3306, 25, 631 }"
nietzsche_ext_ip = "X.X.X.X"
nietzsche_int_ip = "192.168.2.254"
nietzsche_services ="{ 22, 5900 }"
#-----------------------------------------------
# options
set block-policy return
set loginterface $ext_if
# scrub
scrub in all
#-----------------------------------------------
# LAN Nat
nat on $ext_if from $int_if:network to any -> $router_ext_ip
# Redirects for nietzsche access from the outside using public IP
binat on $ext_if from $nietzsche_int_ip to any -> $nietzsche_ext_ip
#-----------------------------------------------
# Allow all local traffic on the router
pass quick on lo0 all
# Default block for evertything else
block log all
# Pass everything outbound from the firewall, so we only have to filter inbound on interfaces
pass out quick all keep state
# Allow icmp everywhere to aid troubleshooting
pass in quick proto icmp keep state
# Testing
#pass in quick all keep state
# Services accessable on the router
pass in log on $ext_if inet proto tcp from any to $router_ext_ip port $router_ext_services flags S/SA keep state
pass in log on $int_if inet proto tcp from $int_if:network to $router_int_ip port $router_int_services flags S/SA keep state
# Services accessable on nietzsche
pass in log on $ext_if inet proto tcp from any to $nietzsche_int_ip port $nietzsche_services flags S/SA keep state
# Allow LAN machines to get out on any port
pass in on $int_if from $int_if:network to any keep state
Next thing to get working was my ftp for my massive collection of music. I really like pure-ftp for this. I found a great how-to online detailing a pure-ftp setup that uses virtual users, very important for security, and MySQL to store the user information. The how-to is here http://machiel.generaal.net/index.php?subject=pureftpd&language=eng. This got me going with out much hassle, I did have to figure out some php stuff on my own. This setup works great, although I still need to get the ftp working in passive mode.
So my latest endeavor has been e-mail. I've owned brektyme.com for a little while now, mostly so I don't have to keep track of all my ip addresses. I decided though that I would like to stop having all my computers send their logs to my gmail account. So, I wanted a better solution, and Postfix was the answer. Postfix is great, it's easy to customize, easy to setup, and easy to maintain. So, I didn't want to just get postfix working that wouldn't get me much. No, I wanted an ISP class e-mail service, one where I could check with webmail anywhere, host multiple domains, setup aliases, and give my friends virtual accounts. Well again I was lucky in that I found a great how-to, only it was for openBSD, but no problem I was feeling comfortable enough with freeBSD by now that I should be able to get this going. Well I followed the how-to, but no luck. Luckily for my I have Doug, he was able to help me troubleshoot my SQL, and Postfix issues without telling me exactly what the issue was. I was able to figure it out and got postfix working in no time with his help. Then came IMAP, this too proved not that difficult. To tell the truth after fixing postfix and the SQL DB entries I was able to get everything working quick. Crap firefox crashed just now and I lost like another five or six lines from here. Damnit! I'm just going to publish this crap now and add to it later.
6/2/07 I still don't feel like updating so suck it!
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Tool, Scenesters, and Aching Necks
The other night was Tool, actually the day before I started this stupid blag. Marcus and I went, we'd had tickets since February, but the show was at first canceled and then postponed due to Danny Carey injuring his right Bicep, don't know why I had it in my head that it was his rotor cup. I mean I even sent an e-mail to Blair saying that I was glad to see his rotor cup was better, damn I must look like a dip-shit.
Well anyways the show was at SDSU in the COX Arena, those jokes never get old. We got there late because of Marcus's, or is it Marcus', asshole math teacher. Seriously it's not like Marcus was asking the guy much if he could take it early. Teachers like that should be teaching in high school not in college. So we missed the first band but from what I heard on the toolshed.down.net forums they sucked ass. After some debacle of getting lost on the way to the COX Arena, hehe, we finally find the walk way that was at the top of the stairs in the COX Arena, hehe, parking structure. So you can image my fat ass running up like 5 or 6 flights of stairs. So, we get to the security check point, I fucking hate security check points six years of working at fucking UPS has given me a great disdain for them. The first attempt through and the security fuck-face is like no flashlights. Marcus tried to convince him that he could just take the batteries out and toss them, trying to avoid having to go back to the car, but the fudge packer wouldn't budge. He finally informed us that Marcus could check the flashlight, thanks anal-reamer! So we checked the flashlight, mind you a three watt flashlight no idea what damage that would have done. By the time we make it back to the hated check point there was a line. Luckily we have half our wits about us Marcus and I, not sure on the grammar for that one, and we see that there are two fucking security assholes just standing there licking the cat's ass. So, Marcus asks if we can in fact go through their check point because unlike the rest of the masses we do not enjoy being treated like lambs being lead to the slaughter. We the chick security says yeah sure.
We hop on over. Marcus makes it through first. I walk up take my keys out stick my arms out in my best Jesus pose, and the fucktard for a security has the nerve to fucking ask me how much I've had to fucking drink. I'm like what the fuck? I've had nothing. Less than zero even. I just ran across campus here asshole. I guess you know the fact that I was a bit sweat is dead give away, although you'd think that someone who would be all sweaty from drinking would have a hard time standing, and would probably reek of alcohol. Once through Marcus asks what the hold up was. I explain that the genius working the gate thought I was drunk. Marcus gives a WTF? and we make our way over to the t-shirt stand, Marcus has a fetish for tour t-shirts. I have no idea what he does with them, because I never see him wearing them....
Well we both had to piss real bad, so we start the hunt for a bathroom. I swear there was like twenty women's bathrooms to one men's. We finally find the only men's bathroom and there's a fucking line, yes that's right a fucking line to the goddamn men's bathroom. Luckily men don't have to go through some elaborate ritual just to take a fucking piss, so the line was moving quickly. Once inside there was some random dude directing traffic towards the pissers. At first I thought hey just like the last Tool show in LA, but alas he was just waiting for a shitter. Well the urinals were the kind with no fucking dividers between them, the COX Arena is a real high class joint. So my bladder went it fuck we don't one some dude looking at our junk mode and I had a real hard time getting it started.
This is where I encounter the first fucking scenester Bro Asshole. This guy walks up next to the urinal next to me. This guy has a mohawk, and piercings every where. He's also talking on the phone, can you believe that shit? He's taking a piss and doesn't even have the courtesy or is so oblivious to the rest of the fucking world that he can't hang up the phone to take a piss. This reminds me of that commercial where that fat black lady can't get off the fucking phone. The one where she's wearing the obnoxious red sweater. I'd include a link to youtube but I'm fucking lazy. Anyways after nearly fucking the urinal so that I could take a piss, I go to wash my hands, and theres no fucking soap. I'm telling you a real high class joint the COX Arena is. So I do the best I can and go to dry my hands, at least they have paper towels and not those fucking useless air dyers that make you feel like a complete asshole when you use them.
On the back out of the bathroom we encounter Scenester number two, well actually they were all over the place. But this guy was a real douche, the kind that thinks his shit don't stink. So we're trying to make our out and we're forced to cut back through the line and this douche acts like we almost pushed him over cause we asked him to step back a little. I even said excuse me, dirt bag. Well get some doughnuts which were fucking great.
Finally we make our way to our "seats". The COX arena is where I guess the local shitty SDUS baseketball team plays or some shit. We find our "seats" which were in the very back row on the right hand side facing the stage. Well our "seats" were in the middle of the row and some assholes where sitting there. We said excuse us but you're in out "seats" and this guy is like "oh am I?", fucking asshole. So, this so called seats, think of your high school gym seating, not much better than that. We're chowing down on the doughnuts, and Marcus cracks a joke about my fat ass taking up half his seat. Well the dipshit next to us is like maybe you shouldn't be giving him doughnuts. Marcus quips back you can see he's just taking them, I'm not giving them to him, thanks Marcus you're such a friend.
At this point we weren't sure if we'd missed the opening act. Just as we were getting comfortable some assholes on the other side decide to start the fucking wave. Honestly the wave? It was at this moment I realized the whole fucking arena was full of fucking Scenester Bro Mother Fuckers. This is where my rant starts.
What's the deal with this people, honestly? You can't listen to both tool and linkin park, they aren't even close to being the same kind of music. I think it goes back the early days of tool when they'd play Lollapalooza and these fucktards are some how enamored with the idea of that was a hip happening time so they have to attach them self to that somehow. Well I guess you can also blame Tool for still playing crappy trendy festivals like that today last years Coachella comes to mind. The thing I hate most about these Bros is they don't even understand what the music is about. Granted I'm not 100% on all the songs, but I at least understand that Prison Sex is not about being anally raped in Prison. These Scenester Bro Assholes, actually almost booed when they started playing Wings and 10k Days, this is a very personal song for Jimmy (MJK), and it takes a lot of guts on his part to lay it out there like that. I should also note that it is a fanfuckingtastic song in tribute to his dead mother, which always makes me think of my father. Anyways, these assholes gave out a big old "AHHHH" like it was a let down. See the band had taken a break on stage, which this brings me to another incident. One these Scencester Bro Assholes, thought it would be the coolest thing ever to break out his laser pointer and start hitting the band with it. You fucking asshole, and the friends that encouraged it deserve the lack of mental capacity you have. I will have no issues making you part of the proletariat when my kind comes to power. I also notice that these SBAs don't know the fucking lyrics to any of the fucking songs. I've come to the conclusion that the only exposure they have with Tool is via the radio. Seriously you don't go see a band that you've only heard on the radio, you're not going to like the experience, shitface. Another problem I have can demonstrated by the couple sitting next to me, and they were sitting. This is a two parter, first you don't fucking sit when the band you paid 60+ dollars to see is on stage. Sitting when a band is preforming is like saying this is so fucking boring I need to sit. Seriously if you aren't into the band that much don't fucking go! Second you do not under any circumstances leave to go; to the bathroom, get a drink, other useless activity. For the next 70-90 minutes your ass belongs to the band you paid to see. Shit even if someone released anthrax in the crowd I wouldn't leave a show. Which reminds of when Marcus farted right in the SBA sitting next to him face. I never go to show of a band I'm marginal about, never! So fuck all you hookers with a penis.
Anyways concerts for me a release of all the pent up frustration and anger. I let it all out at the show so I don't let it out in the real world cause some people might end up dead. I pour everything I've got into cutting lose and letting the music take hold, as it should be, so much so that by the end I feel like I just had sex. You know it's been a good show when you can't talk, hold you head up, can't hear, smell like a mens locker room, and you can't stop smiling. That was us after the show. Two happy and spent motherfuckers.
And two those two scenester bitches at denny's wearing tool shirts and looking like fucking twins FUCK YOU! This is my ritual not yours!
--Brektyme
Well anyways the show was at SDSU in the COX Arena, those jokes never get old. We got there late because of Marcus's, or is it Marcus', asshole math teacher. Seriously it's not like Marcus was asking the guy much if he could take it early. Teachers like that should be teaching in high school not in college. So we missed the first band but from what I heard on the toolshed.down.net forums they sucked ass. After some debacle of getting lost on the way to the COX Arena, hehe, we finally find the walk way that was at the top of the stairs in the COX Arena, hehe, parking structure. So you can image my fat ass running up like 5 or 6 flights of stairs. So, we get to the security check point, I fucking hate security check points six years of working at fucking UPS has given me a great disdain for them. The first attempt through and the security fuck-face is like no flashlights. Marcus tried to convince him that he could just take the batteries out and toss them, trying to avoid having to go back to the car, but the fudge packer wouldn't budge. He finally informed us that Marcus could check the flashlight, thanks anal-reamer! So we checked the flashlight, mind you a three watt flashlight no idea what damage that would have done. By the time we make it back to the hated check point there was a line. Luckily we have half our wits about us Marcus and I, not sure on the grammar for that one, and we see that there are two fucking security assholes just standing there licking the cat's ass. So, Marcus asks if we can in fact go through their check point because unlike the rest of the masses we do not enjoy being treated like lambs being lead to the slaughter. We the chick security says yeah sure.
We hop on over. Marcus makes it through first. I walk up take my keys out stick my arms out in my best Jesus pose, and the fucktard for a security has the nerve to fucking ask me how much I've had to fucking drink. I'm like what the fuck? I've had nothing. Less than zero even. I just ran across campus here asshole. I guess you know the fact that I was a bit sweat is dead give away, although you'd think that someone who would be all sweaty from drinking would have a hard time standing, and would probably reek of alcohol. Once through Marcus asks what the hold up was. I explain that the genius working the gate thought I was drunk. Marcus gives a WTF? and we make our way over to the t-shirt stand, Marcus has a fetish for tour t-shirts. I have no idea what he does with them, because I never see him wearing them....
Well we both had to piss real bad, so we start the hunt for a bathroom. I swear there was like twenty women's bathrooms to one men's. We finally find the only men's bathroom and there's a fucking line, yes that's right a fucking line to the goddamn men's bathroom. Luckily men don't have to go through some elaborate ritual just to take a fucking piss, so the line was moving quickly. Once inside there was some random dude directing traffic towards the pissers. At first I thought hey just like the last Tool show in LA, but alas he was just waiting for a shitter. Well the urinals were the kind with no fucking dividers between them, the COX Arena is a real high class joint. So my bladder went it fuck we don't one some dude looking at our junk mode and I had a real hard time getting it started.
This is where I encounter the first fucking scenester Bro Asshole. This guy walks up next to the urinal next to me. This guy has a mohawk, and piercings every where. He's also talking on the phone, can you believe that shit? He's taking a piss and doesn't even have the courtesy or is so oblivious to the rest of the fucking world that he can't hang up the phone to take a piss. This reminds me of that commercial where that fat black lady can't get off the fucking phone. The one where she's wearing the obnoxious red sweater. I'd include a link to youtube but I'm fucking lazy. Anyways after nearly fucking the urinal so that I could take a piss, I go to wash my hands, and theres no fucking soap. I'm telling you a real high class joint the COX Arena is. So I do the best I can and go to dry my hands, at least they have paper towels and not those fucking useless air dyers that make you feel like a complete asshole when you use them.
On the back out of the bathroom we encounter Scenester number two, well actually they were all over the place. But this guy was a real douche, the kind that thinks his shit don't stink. So we're trying to make our out and we're forced to cut back through the line and this douche acts like we almost pushed him over cause we asked him to step back a little. I even said excuse me, dirt bag. Well get some doughnuts which were fucking great.
Finally we make our way to our "seats". The COX arena is where I guess the local shitty SDUS baseketball team plays or some shit. We find our "seats" which were in the very back row on the right hand side facing the stage. Well our "seats" were in the middle of the row and some assholes where sitting there. We said excuse us but you're in out "seats" and this guy is like "oh am I?", fucking asshole. So, this so called seats, think of your high school gym seating, not much better than that. We're chowing down on the doughnuts, and Marcus cracks a joke about my fat ass taking up half his seat. Well the dipshit next to us is like maybe you shouldn't be giving him doughnuts. Marcus quips back you can see he's just taking them, I'm not giving them to him, thanks Marcus you're such a friend.
At this point we weren't sure if we'd missed the opening act. Just as we were getting comfortable some assholes on the other side decide to start the fucking wave. Honestly the wave? It was at this moment I realized the whole fucking arena was full of fucking Scenester Bro Mother Fuckers. This is where my rant starts.
What's the deal with this people, honestly? You can't listen to both tool and linkin park, they aren't even close to being the same kind of music. I think it goes back the early days of tool when they'd play Lollapalooza and these fucktards are some how enamored with the idea of that was a hip happening time so they have to attach them self to that somehow. Well I guess you can also blame Tool for still playing crappy trendy festivals like that today last years Coachella comes to mind. The thing I hate most about these Bros is they don't even understand what the music is about. Granted I'm not 100% on all the songs, but I at least understand that Prison Sex is not about being anally raped in Prison. These Scenester Bro Assholes, actually almost booed when they started playing Wings and 10k Days, this is a very personal song for Jimmy (MJK), and it takes a lot of guts on his part to lay it out there like that. I should also note that it is a fanfuckingtastic song in tribute to his dead mother, which always makes me think of my father. Anyways, these assholes gave out a big old "AHHHH" like it was a let down. See the band had taken a break on stage, which this brings me to another incident. One these Scencester Bro Assholes, thought it would be the coolest thing ever to break out his laser pointer and start hitting the band with it. You fucking asshole, and the friends that encouraged it deserve the lack of mental capacity you have. I will have no issues making you part of the proletariat when my kind comes to power. I also notice that these SBAs don't know the fucking lyrics to any of the fucking songs. I've come to the conclusion that the only exposure they have with Tool is via the radio. Seriously you don't go see a band that you've only heard on the radio, you're not going to like the experience, shitface. Another problem I have can demonstrated by the couple sitting next to me, and they were sitting. This is a two parter, first you don't fucking sit when the band you paid 60+ dollars to see is on stage. Sitting when a band is preforming is like saying this is so fucking boring I need to sit. Seriously if you aren't into the band that much don't fucking go! Second you do not under any circumstances leave to go; to the bathroom, get a drink, other useless activity. For the next 70-90 minutes your ass belongs to the band you paid to see. Shit even if someone released anthrax in the crowd I wouldn't leave a show. Which reminds of when Marcus farted right in the SBA sitting next to him face. I never go to show of a band I'm marginal about, never! So fuck all you hookers with a penis.
Anyways concerts for me a release of all the pent up frustration and anger. I let it all out at the show so I don't let it out in the real world cause some people might end up dead. I pour everything I've got into cutting lose and letting the music take hold, as it should be, so much so that by the end I feel like I just had sex. You know it's been a good show when you can't talk, hold you head up, can't hear, smell like a mens locker room, and you can't stop smiling. That was us after the show. Two happy and spent motherfuckers.
And two those two scenester bitches at denny's wearing tool shirts and looking like fucking twins FUCK YOU! This is my ritual not yours!
--Brektyme
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Where to begin? (thanks Marcus)
Well I've always hated the idea of having a blag. But secretly I've also always been very fond of it. I generally don't have anything super intelligent, witty, funny, or insightful to say, even though in my head I like to think I do. I'm super fucking boring, my life consists mostly of work, TV, computer, food, and sleeping. Sometimes I like to read, generally I'm to lazy for that, they don't call me Brektyme for nothing. Maybe I should give the background on where I got that nickname, not that you were wondering or for that matter even care. I generally force this story on everyone, and also am for the large part really the only to call myself Brektyme.
So, anyways on with the stupid lame story. I worked for a shitty furniture story out of Ontario, which shall remain nameless. I worked there with one of my good friends Joey Thomas (Ez Munny), he actually helped get me the job. Well we were lazy, well not exactly lazy but more like we only did what was needed to get the job done nothing more. You see we both worked shitty hours at UPS too, so we were always dead on our feet. At this furniture store there was this sales guy Jay, funny fucking dude. Joey would get high with, that wasn't my thing. Anyways he was sometimes a hard read, like you could never really tell if you could trust the dude. We didn't give a fuck though. So, one day he insults us by saying we are the laziest guys he's ever seen, which was bull shit cause we both put in at least 12 hours a day with both jobs. He says that he's going to start calling me Break-time and Joey Easy Money (see I can spell sometimes) cause I'm always on break and Joey is all about making the easy money. Well we being the kind of guys that we are run with it. So I'm Brektyme and Joey's Ez-Munny, I like to call them our teamster names. I'll never forget the time we jumped the delivery truck in Rancho on Romona AVE. Eventually Joey quit and I got fired. He lives in Texas now with his wife. I'm still in Cali. The furniture store went "out of business" (actually just changed to a office store). Those were good times.
So, anyways on with the stupid lame story. I worked for a shitty furniture story out of Ontario, which shall remain nameless. I worked there with one of my good friends Joey Thomas (Ez Munny), he actually helped get me the job. Well we were lazy, well not exactly lazy but more like we only did what was needed to get the job done nothing more. You see we both worked shitty hours at UPS too, so we were always dead on our feet. At this furniture store there was this sales guy Jay, funny fucking dude. Joey would get high with, that wasn't my thing. Anyways he was sometimes a hard read, like you could never really tell if you could trust the dude. We didn't give a fuck though. So, one day he insults us by saying we are the laziest guys he's ever seen, which was bull shit cause we both put in at least 12 hours a day with both jobs. He says that he's going to start calling me Break-time and Joey Easy Money (see I can spell sometimes) cause I'm always on break and Joey is all about making the easy money. Well we being the kind of guys that we are run with it. So I'm Brektyme and Joey's Ez-Munny, I like to call them our teamster names. I'll never forget the time we jumped the delivery truck in Rancho on Romona AVE. Eventually Joey quit and I got fired. He lives in Texas now with his wife. I'm still in Cali. The furniture store went "out of business" (actually just changed to a office store). Those were good times.
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