Knock Me Down Why Don't You

You Know...That, Sol, really likes to be a hard-azz, and treats me in way's, that were i ever to treat another human-being likewise__eather living or dead, he would kill me for it! He wants everything to be perfact, which means he wants everything his-way; especially if you have been properly trained to perform your tasks, in a fashion somewhat out-of-step with his own thinking. And my/Goodness...were you ever to miss an apointment__or be a few minutes late~~
So you can immagian my pleasure in having him hold-up my personal dealings, for over a week__by promissing to pay in-advance for a job he wants done, and then not comming-through__when he was supposed to. I mean, with this guy, you have no choice but to wait for him to come-around, because, if one rushes him, i have learned, more-than-lickly he's going to re-neg on the whole deal, and, threaten never to give you work again! So i waited, and i waited. Then i did something that seamed like: waiting-some-more.

It's now three days since, Sol, has called me, only to say: "Don't worry, he hasn't forgot about me, and, that he can't talk further, because, his cell-phone's/charge is low"; a problem that, somehow, seems to presist for another three days! Durring all this time, i've had three outside-jobs to finish for my other Boss, and can only do this work when the weather permits. At least two/ perhaps three good days have come and gone, that in which i have had to stay at home, because, Sol could just show-up without warning at my door. And if i'm not home at the time...well we can just forget him comming-back. And naturaly, with all the things i need some calm moments for__in my mind, before i actually do something as important not only myself, but, for even all Humanity It's Self__such as change my Religion & even my name hopfully as Jesus Thomas-Christ, certianly one understands this matter has needed be postponed; while i'm pratically pulling the hair out of my scalp__one by one, in nervious antisapation!

Finally at desperations-end, i decide to call, Jamie, knowing after speaking with him__if i place my words correctly, hardly a moment will pass__before he's on the phone once more; gossiping our conversation over with, Sol Ay
However, for the first time and to the greatest of my supprise, my little trick didn't work! I managed to pull-out from the boy that: he hadn't been on-site with Sol for a short-while, but, this never stoped him from picking-up the phone before! And i'm quite serious about that~ Naturaly i'm getting a little nervous by-now too. But i still let another day pass, because, i suspect Sol would detect any voice-trembeling, and use it against me; as always Huh

So anyway's, finally i'm in the truck with Sol, after hyiking-out on the bus to The West island. He tells me to meet him at, Allen's, the fish-store owner he introduced me to a number of years ago. I arrive first, say hi to Allen, and wait outside a good ten minutes. Sol goes in, speaks to Allen another ten minutes, comes out, reads the note of payment i've been told to write-up, and passes me Two-Fifty. Of course it was supposed to be $300.oo originally, but, look who were working with here Ay

Now i want to say, Sol's a ShiT__for cutting me down to Two-Fifty__after promising and making me write a note earlier__for 300, and, that the only thing i think-of when in his presents is: "why don't you knock-me-down-further?"
However, before i had a chance to put the money away, i had been instructed that we were going to see his cousin, Natily, who also was giving me a Hundred Bucks in advance, to do some painting at her house. As i start writing a note for Natily, strugeling with what's now Three-fifty in my hands and not an available empty pocket to put it in at the moment, Conni, another of Sol's workers at the restraunt comes over to pay me a promised tip of $40.oo from when i painted her new apartment earlier in the summer.

So really, in spite of all the ShiT the guy gives me, how can i seriously stay mad at that. On top of everything else, he also seems to be accepting of the fact latly__more easily, that i'm as he says: The Re-incarnated Christ. And we both know the only place he could have got that phrase from, had to be one of my/blogs, web/Pages, or, maybe my Twitter-account; which of corse means he must have been actually reading me. And my/Darling's, for Sol to read me...Well you have to understand: This Would Be The Highest Form Of Flattery Ever Preformed Eather Above Or Beneath The Clouds Of Our Inhearitance !!
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