Perhaps I will re-visit and edit it later.
At this late point, don’t matter none.
“What-the-fuck ever Lance.”
“Get on wid it’
For Fuck sake!”
“Okay! Okay! Relax!”
(‘You do realize I am mentally impaired?”)
“Okay, may we move on? I have a very brief story I’d like to tell.”
‘Make it brief Asshole! Very fucking Brief!”
“OK, just give me a moment to ‘warm up.’
‘Fuck you. You are boring me now…”
“STFU! Can I never catch a break?”
“No, not from me.”
“Well Thanks, and no tanks, Drive Through.”
Here is that much-awaited story, but I do fear, I buried the lead.
I’m gonna step out on a limb here…
Alcoholics fondly refer to this as a “brief moment of clarity.”
I prefer to reference it as an ‘epiphany.’
That is just me.
However you spell it, or say it, the end result remains
I am a pompous ass.
Never got over that.
No chance at redemption.
I cannot apologize for what I’ve done…
But I sure as fuck can prevent what is to come.
(At least from my perspective anyway)
I do love my life
(I’d like to keep it going on–just for the few more beers)
But, rumors aside:
I ain’t stupid.
Time is a commodity that is finite.
(I am so self-aware)
No one cares…
Listen to the SONG!
There is no greater love than that love and bare, and hold and I harbor for Linda.
Nothing else to say on this topic.
I guess it doesn’t matter matter anymore…