Dear goddess, pick me up and dust me off. I am careening wildly into an age I never, EVER thought I would reach. Yet, here I am. I am within days of being halfway to 122. It's blind panic on the brown acid. I remember my grandparents being this old and they were FUCKING ANCIENT!!!!
I cannot believe that I am this fucking old. But, I've been me some places and done me some the things.. goddess, come sit next to me. I will tell you some stories that will scare the scales off of you. I am indeed the weird dude with a passport, a plastic bag full of socks and an airline ticket. Oh, wait, let's not forget about the smile on my face...
I have no idea where this comes from. I am horribly, horridly damaged goods. I truly am a train wreck of unimaginable proportions. Shit, I scare myself sometimes. Well, actually, pretty much daily when I think about it... The fact that I am not in prison amazes me.
That I am not radio collared and ear tagged is kind of confusing me. And goddess knows, I am indeed easily confused. I'd have it no other way...
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