Monday, August 12, 2024.
New Castle, Delaware.

I’ve been waiting for hours for my turn to load up. Now they’re going to load me up. Then I’ll hit the road for Wisconsin. The city I’m going to in Wisconsin is called Oconomowoc. I guess the Native Americans gave it that name. Yes, I just looked it up, it means waterfall in the language of a Native American tribe.

I unloaded my cargo this morning and waited. Of course, I wanted to start early next week and make a lot of money, but they couldn’t find any cargo again, so we stayed until evening. I’ll deliver this one tomorrow evening, so the next load will be on Wednesday. Another day of the week wasted.

Fuck this job. Fuck this life.

Paula’s coming to Tijuana soon, but do I have the money to quit my job and go fuck her for five days? Do I have the money to send to my Kelly, to lick her again sometime? There’s Karla. There’s Martha. There are dozens of girls I want to fuck. But I don’t have enough money for them. I still have to send money to my dad. I need a lot more money. I need a lot of money. But one day of the week is already down the drain. Damn it.

I need to find another job. Scamming or something. But it’s not easy. Until I find a job like that, I’ll keep driving the truck, complaining and crying like a bitch. Fuck this life again.