long week.
long drives.
long hours.
long bouts of coughing.
long hair.
long lost moments and long lost dreams.
57 and counting.
the counting is mounting and mounting and counting quicker than ever.
less than ten years until i am supposed to retire but i haven’t even found a job yet. i watch young people choosing careers. choosing paths. choosing boyfriends. choosing girlfriends. choosing where to live. choosing what to drink. choosing their friends and chasing their hairstyles.
I AM BALD WITH NO JOB.
NO HOUSE.
NO LIFE.
NO OPTIONS.
NO HOPE.
“no means no until it means yes.”
then no means yes.
less is more. but more is also more.
only the good die young but also the good die old.
drinking kills but drink one, two, and, sometimes, even three glasses of red wine a day and that is good for you.
cluttered homes.
cluttered minds.
cluttered streets.
cluttered dreams.
cluttered grocery stores.
cluttered parking lots.
cluttered roads.
the streets of philadelphia with it’s cluttered souls.
what to do?
where to do it?
how to do it?
what?
when?
why?
who?
how?
life with all of it’s little sayings and little people.
little penises and little minds.
little hearts and little souls.
corporations running and ruining the world.
greed and fake news.
fake politicians and fake screws.
rules.
rules.
rules.
DON’T FOLLOW THE RULES.
FOLLOWING THE RULES WILL GET YOU NOWHERE.
YOU WILL BE SHINING SHOES OF FAKE SHINING STARS.
WANNABE STARS SITTING IN FAKE BARS WITH NO SCARS AND DRIVING FAKE PLASTIC CARS.
MARS.
SARS.
PARS.
TARS.
JARS.
STARS.
DON’T BELIEVE THE HYPE AND ALWAYS RESPECT YOUR ELDERS EVEN IF THEY ARE LYING, CONNIVING, DRUNK, RAGING, SLEAZY, AND DUMB.
THE RULES OF LIFE.
FUCK THEM.