QUITE A FEW OLD FRIENDS ARE POPPING OUT OF THE WOODWORK LATELY…FRIENDS THAT I HAVE OLD AND EVEN ANCIENT TIES WITH. TIES THAT CONNECT ME TO THE SUBJECT OF THIS POST.
Karma Police have pulled me over it seems. I’m hoping I don’t get arrested by these guys because I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take to be honest. The universe seems to be against me or maybe I am just against success. Do I owe this life to mediocrity? I stand in my own way. I do. I do. I really fucking do. There is a sick part of my heart that jumps all over any impulsive idea that springs into my mind and I’m seemingly too stubborn to stop it. How many times have I relied on the goodness of strangers to get my ass out of a sling? So many it boggles the mind. Blessed and cursed was I…good looks and charm….I rely on both of them way too much. This rut I’m in just keeps digging itself deeper and deeper.
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