Well, times have come and gone. If only they didn't move a little quicker and get the apocalypse over with already.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm aimless, doomed to walk the planet looking for some kind of answer; that to this day I still have no fuckin idea what the question was to begin with..
Thinking I've already accomplished meeting my biological father and having all my loose ends tied and this massive in descrepency situation would disappear, I've come to it and apparently that's not enough. Something is still plaguing me. Dammit...
I can't complain about my life being filled with pain from my life, excruciating and debilitating sorrow. My life is filled with in-direct pain and in-direct debilitating sorrow. It's never a certain problem, but tiny little ones that are thrown at me everyday that I never have an answer to.
Massive repercussions later on in life include but are not limited to:
1. Being addicted to crack.
2. The final string of my sanity being cut by the cold unforgiving uncertainty that has plowed into my brainwaves since I was ten. This would in fact occur when I'm:
- 42-Years-Old,
- In aisle 12 at the groccery store,
- 3:32 P.M.,
I will be searching for a can of green beans for my family, fourteen paces from the registers and self-checkout lanes. My last cogent statement in life being:
"Two for four bucks, HELL YEAH!"
(From this point on it get's a little fuzzy, insanity and all.It's just all: SHAABAAM!)
I so look forward to life.