early morning call. up at five am. leaving Murphy, Rylee, and Triggy at home. always tough leaving them at home. but then there’s other days where I can’t wait to leave them. i can’t wait to leave them until I leave them and then I feel guilty that I left them. emotions always getting the best of me.
early morning call.
early morning coffee.
early morning drive into the city.
traffic still rearing it’s ugly head. big trucks with big lights beaming through the back of my rearview window. blinding me. blinding me. can’t see. blurry. trucks up my ass. big trucks. small dicks. weak men always trying to be strong. never able to accept their fate. never able to love. never able to feel. never able to live. never able to relax. dumb stories about dumb things.
bragging.
yelling.
miniscule minds with miniscule lives.
lives once lived but now buried under bad beer and bad breath.
the purpose of life?
the meaning of life?
the lies of life.
living legends?
living legends in their own minds.
LOST.
HOPEFULL.
when will it all end?
when will it all begin?
i thought it was noon but it’s only nine am.
lots of people.
lots of talking.
lots of experts.
lots of opinions.
lots of loss.
lots of love.
we need more love.
more heart.
more friends.
better friends.
better beer.
better wine.
better sex.
better rules.
better people.
better laws.
better butter.
better economy.
better weather.
better husbands.
better wives.
better books.
better skin.
better hair.
better ideas.
better breath.
better human connections.
notanotherphony. 