Good News...It's a Supository!

I must apologize for my tardiness in sending out the June edition of the ZCCNL, however my schedule has been quite hectic and bothersome. I am juggling about three different jobs now, I'm still working for my dad part time, teaching my drum lessons in the evening, and now that summer is here, my instructing jobs are in full swing. Thankfully I will be sitting pretty in the money department after all this is said and done, but at the moment I find myself praying that I can die....even for just an hour or two. Hell, Nikki Sixx and Dave Mustaine did it, why can't I? All dying does is make you more popular and famous. Then I wake up from my unrealistic daydream with a start and realize I could have gotten more music written instead of rationalizing the unrational. The only solace from my toils have been the late night practices with my band and my three boxed DVD sets of Futurama. I have that theme song so embedded in my head now, I hear it when I sleep and have wonderful dreams of 'killing all humans'.

Speaking of killing all humans, my 'gripe' section of this months ZCCNL is derived from the construction jobs located in Boise ID. For those of you not from this turd magnet dubbed the 'City of Trees', you simply cannot drive ANYWHERE in the city without having multiple stops due to a mongloidian construction worker, or at least have traffic slowed to 15 mph, not to mention down to one lane of traffic of course. Each time I get in my car, I am constantly confused about the traffic situation, and in between my bouts with road rage I find myself pondering just why Idaho seems to have a construction fetish. I am quite bewildered why the city doesn't focus on one project at a time...wouldn't that speed things up a bit? Perhaps I use too much logic, or perhaps my loss of hope in the human race due to getting scammed on ebay twice, and the fact crapTV(c) reality shows continue to flourish makes me bitter against anything people do. I choose the latter. But seriously, why cant they at least hire competent people to direct traffic? Seriously, those people wouldn't know their heads from the patch of melanoma on thier cankles. I apologize to anyone who works construction or knows anyone who does, but I think at least getting through the 3rd grade should be a requirement for this job. If they have gotten more schooling then that, they certainly could have fooled me. I was driving through some construction (I forget where exactly I was since every $^@%#$*! road has construction being done on it) and the traffic director ran in front of me, waving and pointing at his sign. I slammed on my brakes to avoid a head on collosion with the worker. He gave me a dirty look and pointed at his sign. I nodded and pointed at his sign as well, since it read 'Slow'. He got the point and turned it around to the side that read 'Stop'. I realize that everyone makes mistakes...but since he pissed me off, I wanted to throw my Super Sized Dr. Pepper at him as I drove past (He also started waving frantically at me when I wasn't moving despite the fact he had neglected to turn the sign once again, thus reading 'Stop'). If I didn't have easily remebered liscense plates I most certainly would have.

I am going to end this poor excuse for a newsletter now, I realize I have hit rock bottom since I been reduced to complaining about traffic. Perhaps I can once again return to complaining about something good in the future. This is Zach, as always, saying "Please don't add me to your block list".