Wasn`t the greatest of days I can remember in my life, but then again, I`ve seen worse.
One usually has, just when you feel like sh!t at the moment, you don`t think of all the other times you felt worse. Like when you have a tooth-ache. You swear to God that nothing ever has hurt so much like that mothertrucker, but alas...sure there was a time when the pain was greater.
But who likes to remember bad sh!t anyway?!
A good FB friend of mine told me today that I should put pen to paper, and as Shirley Jackson would say " write myself sane".
Sounds awesome. When you don`t have writer`s block, that is. I can`t write these days for some reason. Well, I did write a phone number here and there down, or some sticky on the fridge, but not much more. Don`t know when that will pass, either. It comes and goes and lately it stays longer and longer. Not that I actually really care, it`s not like I have a contract with Doubleday and I have to produce a book. Besides, who would read the crap I produce from my moronic imagination?! Not me.
Don`t know really what else I could say. I miss having friends, real friends. All the people I used to know are married ( like me ), have kid(s) ( like me ) and we grew apart. I don`t know exactly what happened there, did they all of the sudden grow up, got really mature or they simply don`t care anymore about anything else but themselves and their family. Hard to say.
That makes it a problem for me, though.
I can`t stay young if everybody around me grows old.
Not that they have an option, you gotta grow old, or at least you wish you will, but come on...how about getting wild once in a while, just let loose, forget about the job, the mortgage, the car payment...headbang a bit, have a beer, smoke up maybe.
Once a month, man, hasn`t killed anybody. Or at least not too many, anyway. Yeah, yeah, sh!t happens, I know. Hopefully not to us, though.
Ah, I don`t know...
The kid`s asleep, my wife`s at work, I can`t leave the house, because the kid`s asleep. I said that already. Never mind.
So, what`s left?!
As always in the last few years - a book.
And so I disappear into the world of Lee Child and once again I`m gonna check out what Jack Reacher is up to.
At least he ain`t got no problems, or at least no big ones. He always stays alive. All beat up, and usually very grumpy, but alive.
May we all do the same.
Stay alive.
What do you do when the blues hits you?!
Love and lights, Gunners.
One usually has, just when you feel like sh!t at the moment, you don`t think of all the other times you felt worse. Like when you have a tooth-ache. You swear to God that nothing ever has hurt so much like that mothertrucker, but alas...sure there was a time when the pain was greater.
But who likes to remember bad sh!t anyway?!
A good FB friend of mine told me today that I should put pen to paper, and as Shirley Jackson would say " write myself sane".
Sounds awesome. When you don`t have writer`s block, that is. I can`t write these days for some reason. Well, I did write a phone number here and there down, or some sticky on the fridge, but not much more. Don`t know when that will pass, either. It comes and goes and lately it stays longer and longer. Not that I actually really care, it`s not like I have a contract with Doubleday and I have to produce a book. Besides, who would read the crap I produce from my moronic imagination?! Not me.
Don`t know really what else I could say. I miss having friends, real friends. All the people I used to know are married ( like me ), have kid(s) ( like me ) and we grew apart. I don`t know exactly what happened there, did they all of the sudden grow up, got really mature or they simply don`t care anymore about anything else but themselves and their family. Hard to say.
That makes it a problem for me, though.
I can`t stay young if everybody around me grows old.
Not that they have an option, you gotta grow old, or at least you wish you will, but come on...how about getting wild once in a while, just let loose, forget about the job, the mortgage, the car payment...headbang a bit, have a beer, smoke up maybe.
Once a month, man, hasn`t killed anybody. Or at least not too many, anyway. Yeah, yeah, sh!t happens, I know. Hopefully not to us, though.
Ah, I don`t know...
The kid`s asleep, my wife`s at work, I can`t leave the house, because the kid`s asleep. I said that already. Never mind.
So, what`s left?!
As always in the last few years - a book.
And so I disappear into the world of Lee Child and once again I`m gonna check out what Jack Reacher is up to.
At least he ain`t got no problems, or at least no big ones. He always stays alive. All beat up, and usually very grumpy, but alive.
May we all do the same.
Stay alive.
What do you do when the blues hits you?!
Love and lights, Gunners.
