“I don't hear it much anymore... but... I guess people do sometimes ask... well why don't you go back to Russia.... Well I'm sorry I can't help it I guess Im stuck in this shithole for a while. My aunt married some Jew and then we won a "lottery" and my daddy (pussy little bitch) decided to come to this shithole and make me go to school with fucked up Jews and learn english and shit. Then I became an alcoholic in college. Then I worked for the government a bit and that REALLY fucked me up. Now I'm just waiting for them to catch up, make some amends and pass the Universal Basic Income so I can go back to drinking. Rigorous honesty, every single day.” GovernmentUnited StatesHonestyImmigrationAlcoholismStory Of My LifeUniversal Basic IncomeYang2020 Author:Dmitry Dyatlov
“As with Forrest Gump, my parents always did care about my education.” WorkEducationMetaphorAmerican DreamEscapismStory Of My Life Author:Dmitry Dyatlov
“You want a story? Fine I'll tell you a story. a true story. Back in 2009. A lot of things were going wrong in 2009… I would go to a room to talk to lawyers about various employers not paying their people enough money. Different thoughts would run through my head. For instance, why, instead of just paying people their wages (it’s not that hard, minimum wage plus overtime where applicable) is this business paying a ridiculous lawyer to come and try to bullshit me… or something. A few years later a different thought would pop in my mind from time to time. Why would the United states federal government hire a hardcore alcoholic like myself (thanks to the University of Michigan) to enforce these Labor laws and run around with a badge and stuff. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one.” EconomicsInsanityUnited States Of AmericaStory Of My LifeLawyers2009Labor LawsUniversity Of Michigan Author:Dmitry Dyatlov
“My first job out of college was at 211 W. Fort St. in downtown Detroit. The guy that hired me made about 150k a year and didn't really know, by his own admission, what was going on in his office (Room) during regular business hours. When I resigned, he was kind enough to send me a letter stating that I was in good standing while I was there. The letterhead (211) reminds me that as an alcoholic, I can go ahead and steal Steel Reserve High Gravity beer from Kroger, and they probably aren't going to be any more sophisticated than a Director at the United States Dep. of Labor. Thank God, they are not. That's what Success means to me. You can get your beer, and not worry about catching Covid19 from the Cashiers at these establishments. If you believe it, You can achieve it!!!” InspirationalGovernmentSuccessAbundanceCovid 19AlcoholismStory Of My LifeChickenChicken Soup For The SoulStop Playing Games Author:Dmitry Dyatlov
“I don't know what they might call this in law school, but I think it's pretty fucked up and it should be illegal.” JusticeImmigrationStory Of My LifeLaw SchoolNegligenceIntersectionality Author:Dmitry Dyatlov
“I don't understand. I didn't get my COVID stimulus. I didn't get any pussy in college. Had to work pretty fucking hard... especially when I was a kid... Im an alcoholic. Possibly because they didn't give me any pussy in college. Why the fuck did my parents drag me to America? I don't understand. I really don't get it. What's good about this? What?” EducationImmigrationPublic PolicyStory Of My LifeFuck Work Author:Dmitry Dyatlov
“I mean, I just got to a point, where I was unbelievably exhausted. And I didn't really know why. They kept telling me America. such a nice place. So wonderful. Opportunities! But I get to this place where I'm 22. I'm an alcoholic. I got through fucking college. I got a fucking job. This girl says she likes me. but she's fooling around with some married guy I think. SO PEOPLE DONT FIND OUT. that's her logic. 2 Masters degrees. And I just cant fucking do this shit anymore. I'm not doing shit. Really. Until A. things start making sense. or B. they send me back to Russia. just say I'm a spy. I want a book deal. or C. I get to 65 and I can begin to drink continuously again. That's it. period. end of story. I did have one nice year there where I got to do drugs and smash random pussy. in Philadelphia. Yep. Thank you, Accenture. Much love.” Story Of My LifeFuck WorkUniversity Of Michigan Ann ArborAccenture Author:Dmitry Dyatlov
“Once in a while I hear a POP in my head. Possibly from the Disulfiram that Mom puts in my food... without telling me. My heart beats real fast and I cannot consume all of the booze that I intend to for a couple of days. If I die from an Aneurysm or something... This is probably why. It's not the alcohol. Tell the truth, for fuck's sake. Don't fuck with my booze, Please.” AlcoholismStory Of My LifeHypochondriac Author:Dmitry Dyatlov