or a week or a few months where it seems like life just busted a grumper on your forehead? Man, I have had a bad run for the past two months. First, my car died, then my wife left me (out of the blue, no less), then my computer died on the day I found out I ran out of financial aide so I can't go back to that school, they only real university in my area. So now here I sit in my tiny ghetto place, on the border of a ghetto, surrounded by both of my things (minor exaggeration). It's like life slapped flaccid penis across my face while laughing.
Ever heard that joke, "what do you get when you play a country song backwards? You get your car back, your dog back, your house back ..." Well yeah, that's me. If I could just rewind and maybe do a couple things differenly, like save up some f*cking money.
And I don't care if people think I'm sharing too much because I'm a writer and that kind of is what I do. At least I still have my cat and 50% of my son's time. And I know what you're thinking, I am ambulatory, with no physical ailments and am in good health, so I have all that, but none of that matters when life keeps hate-f*cking me in the *ss. I've thought about ending it, I've thought about running away to hide in Africa until all the tribal beauties bore of this white devil with dreadlocks, but none of that is real. It's a just a temporary escape, my mind checking whether I'm weak enough yet ballsy enough to run. Apparently I'm neither, so there's that.
Thankfully, during all this, my old Model M found me so now I have a way to let this all out. I've been writing daily again for the first time in years. I just wish some of it was usable.
So yeah, there it is, folks. I posted this here because I'm not related to any of you so my family won't come over to check if I'm still alive. My family doesn't know it's what people DON'T talk about that they kill themselves over. I believe in suicide, just not over a b*tch. If I ever get cancer and it goes systemic, or if I ever have to do something where I'm looking at life in prison, BOOM!! I'd be a distant memory before by body hit the turf, but not over something weak as this. And I'm powerless to do anything since I have a 5 year old anchor in this town.
I don't need advice, I have a buddy who's an attorney. He knows more about the law than we all do put together. Plus the wh0re isn't being a cvnt about money or our boy either, she is content only to rip out my heart and flash her tight *ss at me. Maybe I should remind her of the stuff I've done to that *ss ... Anyway, geekhackers, I had to get this off my chest and that really is my whole intent and purpose here.
On a more upbeat note, I haven't heard from the Lego douche in over 24 hours.
