Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

Yes. I even cobbled together a fruit basket using produce from work. Anything I could do to make their experience with me unforgettable.

So I applied for an outside sales and delivery driver position for a dabs manufacturer in Corvallis, Oregon. The interview I had yesterday? Well...

Tensions were high...

Admittedly.

I think my biggest saving grace of all was my response to "why should we hire you instead of the other guys?"

When I saw I had only two days to get ready, I jumped right in. I redid the paper application three times to get it just right. I slapped down $100 on a marijuana workers permit. I compiled extra paperwork. Finally, at 3am this morning, I booked it down there to make it on time for the interview. All in an effort to turn my life around.

That level of initiative had a HUGE impact on the interview. I don't know what will happen, but I know something is going to come out of this. Especially given the fruit basket.

I'm pretty sure many of you remember Koko. The dog from last year who I struggled to take care of over the course of the summer and eventually surrendered her to West Seattle Animal Hospital.

I was at the Ballard farmers market the other day...The same market I took her to the day I got her over one year ago.

It was then that I locked eyes with a white Shiba inu... One who had distinct facial features similar to hers. But physically heavier looking with a full coat of fur.

Could it....Could it have been her?

If so...I helped her get where she needed to be...I'm truly thankful for that.

I have a command of language...But that doesn't mean I enjoy it. In fact, I come to absolutely despise language for the barriers it puts up.

The baseline of language is to divide. Categorize. Separate. And from that division, categorization, and separation comes prejudice.

It separates "intelligent" beings from nature. Which in turn leads us to separating from each other.

In a world without the division, categorization, and separation of language, racism wouldn't exist. Sexism. Homophobia. Transphobia.

None of that would exist.

Because a world without language is a world without division, categorization, and separation. To awaken on a spiritual level that is beyond language only makes that more abundantly clear...

And all the more alienating.

When you've got that fiery passion in your eyes...

Oh my god. After putting these new glasses on...EVERYTHING is sharper than a tack! Like...Whoa. I just upgraded my eyes from 1080p to 4K!

This just in. Dork dragon is finally getting glasses~

Dragon in a human body drinks enough yerba mate to pierce the veil and harnesses the power of divine madness while working as a produce truck driver.

That's a hell of an elevator pitch for the story of my year.

I often find myself at odds with some of my more rigid draconic brethren.

Always clashing with their caste system of unquestioning loyalty while I'm clearly a trickster who pokes holes in the flawed logic of authority in an effort to take apart a calcified system and build something completely new.

Where I'm from, we don't just tread on rattlesnakes. We cut their heads off with a shovel.

Did I just frame a spiritual journey in the context of Super Metroid? Born into this world stripped of all your weapons, armor, and equipment and it's a journey to find them all and reach inaccessible parts of the map to finally defeat your own...

Mother brain...

Holy fuck.

When I was a kid, I was drawn towards walking on rolling logs and wire spools...

Could it be that my personal bubble=the circumference of the giant, malleable trackball that I'm currently walking on?

It's playing again...

Of course. As I'm sitting here having dinner at Luna Park Cafe, Puff the Magic Dragon starts playing as soon as I made this post. Gee! That's not synchronistic at all!

I reached that point in my spiritual development where high stress, nausea, lightheadedness, an 11 hour shift, and multiple psychotic episodes resulted in breaking through to the possibility that I'm just walking in place while the entire world moves around me...

Perception is an illusion and everything is moving towards me instead of me moving towards it.

Driving a car is equivalent to the Back to the Future ride...

Alrighty. Got some good ambient cyberpunk music to chill back to. Let's get the ink flowing!

If any of you wanna come visit, I'll be at Super Genius Tattoo on Capitol Hill.

To put things in perspective, I made this observation after going to When Furballs Strike for the first time in a year and met a guy sitting next to me at the after dinner who had this vibe about him.

I could tell the guy was what I would call a "toxic empath." A passive yet enabling wet noodle who dragged others down in a manner akin to the assholes they blindly follow. Anything positive I tried to talk about was slapped around.

A convo with him was like talking to an 8th grader from the mid 90s. He made fun of black people, but got all defensive when I called Ferrari owners douchebags.