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.
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