I hit Applebees in Conway SC (37 bucks inc tip). NOT SORRY.
(Hey Ed, you should hear the theme from MASH as you read these posts. Great LYRICS).
I will live (not survive) as long as I can.
I will NOT become a parasite again. I'm too old to "disappear" into the wilderness, and have decided against Club Fed because I can't hit bars there.
I haven't talked to you guys about this because you'd reflexively blabber all that "never the answer" garbage at me, or (worse yet) offer me more money.
If I kill myself, it's partly for you guys. I'm in a hopeless death-spiral, but you might spazz out and hurt yourselves even more to add more of your money to the toilet-bowl swirl in order to keep me alive and miserable for awhile longer.
Jeez we rarely talk except about the Browns. I rarely see you. I barely know your kids. You'll barely MISS me!
No whining in there: Just sayin I GET it, and all of that is on me.
I'm a vet and entitled to burial on the VA, but just burn my corpse and flush the ashes down a terlet for all I care....
Well ok dump them in a forest instead so they can feed plants and stuff...
I'm a failure. That's a fact.
I wish I could go back and focus on singing/songwriting--I definitely had those gifts--but well...maybe I'll pull it off if I get recycled (as I suspect I will be).
Oh dammit I might be born in Iran and brainwashed---ok maybe I'll be a dog or a cow oknevermind...
I'm still here so far so okbye
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