MisterDoctor Greenteeth's Pointless Forest of Music and Shit: The Idiocy of Labor and The Money Will Roll Right In (FANG- Landshark/Where The Wild Things Are)

   Up at four a.m. to walk two miles, up and down the hills of Lynchburg, to the day labor office. Delirious with stress, I watched the "How To Hold a Stop Sign" instructional video for two and a half hours, looping every fifteen minutes. I am now certified to stand at the side of the road and instruct drivers as to when to slow down, when to stop, and when and how to resume driving. I am also unemployed, still. Not even the barrel scrapping lovelies at Preferred Staffing can seem to find some use for me. Perhaps I should use the skills I learned today holding up other sorts of signs at the side of the road, though somehow no matter what I write on my sign it always seems to read "Local Police: Please Stop Here. Harass Me and Threaten Me with Arrest. I Am a Complete Piece of Shit." I love America.
   On the walk back from day labor I discovered that I'm so far around the bend that I can't even walk into the free Mental Health Clinic and ask for help. Visions of stern, unattractive women frowning down at me while I fill out forms and then telling me I'm ineligible for any kind of help and why don't I just buck up and be a man, go and and find a damned job. Or even worse; kind, attractive women saying the same thing only nicer. I sat there through three cigarettes until my paranoid visions had grown so large that I came right to the edge of full blown bag lady style hallucinations, complete with loud one sided conversations and violent hand waving. Again, I love America.
   So back to my cave and what album will best represent todays particular madness?