Why my brother should be a writer.

I was looking at the dispatch log we had to do at work everyday when our shift was over and I came across this...

August 15,2007 ~GEORGE THE GREAT~ terminal uno (that’s one in Spanish)
Day shift…before I indulge on how my day went, I would like to explain what mood I’ve been in, to help you understand why I looked at my day the way I did. I woke up at 6:30 a.m. sat there for about half hour staring blankly at the ceiling wondering when I was going to get up. Noticing that the seconds were striking down and not doing a thing about it, my dog decided to take the first initiative step and get up. Crying for me to open the door, I bombarded the shizz out of him with pillows in attempt to shut him up. After I ran out of pillows I finally got up! My first course of action was to invade the refrigerator… opening it with hopes of finding gold and treasure my hopes were crushed when I laid eyes on an empty half gallon of milk and old pizza boxes. Sad and filled with rage that there isn’t a women figure in the house to fill up the fridge with food, I took a shower. That went rather well, water was warm, nobody bothered me, there was no morning toilets flushed…it was a good shower.
One thing that always bothers me is birds chirping, today it was just the way I like it. Silent! Noticing my luck was turning for the best I started getting filled with hopes that I just might be able to get through the day. That’s all I ever hope for, just to get by. So to continue with my story, I got dressed ate my crummy pizza and bounced to work. Arriving with a can do attitude I decided to buy a drink to quench my thirst and to help out with my parched lips. I reached for my wallet in hopes to pull out my five-dollar bill, but instead god decided to shaft me once again by making me forget my money on the kitchen table. DAMN! I shouted. And started making my way towards terminal 1’s desk.
Eight hours later nothings really changed, I missed one potential walk on due to the fact that I had no drivers. So to answer your question, I say this with parched lips and a growling stomach… it was ok. Like my homie fifty cent says, “another day another
dolla”.

P.S. my brother got in trouble for this. hahahaha

And well since i showed you my brothers I thought i'd share one of mine.
JULY 26 2007. ELIAN. T 1 & t 2
Today was crazy. But I pulled it off well. Besides the part that I charged Joe round trip when it was only one way I told Susan and she said she would fix it. So check up on that.