I’m Still Here..
How I came to be alive for forty-two years on this earth is still and will always remain a mystery to me. Lord knows I should have been dead, imprisoned or shipped off to Siberia years ago but somehow, someway, I’m still here much to many people’s chagrin. I didn’t start off or intend to be a bad person. I really don’t think anyone envisions themselves a cancer on society when they are younger. You don’t wake up one morning and say, “Hey, today and for the rest of my life, I’m going to be an asshole!” It kind of just happens naturally. In my case, I was probably born this way.
So what did the man with nothing to lose do on his birthday, you ask? Did I go see strippers? Been there, done that. Did I go out and get plastered? Although the thought did cross my mind (you have no idea how hard it was to fight that voice), I did not. Oh, I must have had a party of some sorts at home, loud music and brazen women galore, right? Not even close. You know what I did? The most non-exciting thing one can do on one’s birthday: I stayed in my bed and watched movies back to back for two whole days. Yes, the person who once celebrated his birthday in a rehab facility with other fucked up people a little more than two years ago stayed home and entertained himself with Blue rays and DVD’s. Yes, some of them were illegally downloaded. Never said I was an angel, but I just had to see the latest Twilight flick, right? You understand.
I’m almost scared for the world as I have yet another year to terrorize and drive crazy those who are close to me. I’d keep my distance. I have cooties.
Still here (for how long I can’t say)
P.S. – To my 28 Facebook “friends” out of the 150 that I have who actually acknowledged my pathetic existence: thank you. To the others (and you know who you are), and I mean this from the bottom of my heart, without any malice, go fuck yourselves.