The Way Things Are
1/11/18
Chances are, if you're reading this it's because you're fed the 'f' up with Facebook. SO much has changed. Politics, relationships, social issues, rents have gone up, health care has gone up, everything has gone up, anxiety has gone up. Who the Hell cares about your shit anymore? Everyone is struggling and it's damn winter time again and I'm feeling pretty torn in my emotions, not that anyone gives a rats ass.
I've been immersed in this independent film project where I live in Jamaica Plain for a couple of yeas now. The pre-production stage of this has been extensive because the concept came to me when I didn't have a job and busted my butt for a start up that was filled with beer soaked - dead beat, washed up geniuses that couldn't keep their ego from flying off the scales and unbeknownst to me, they were total and complete advocates of FAKE NEWS, pumping that shit out like candy bars on the Facebook conveyor belt. They still won't admit that men like them elected THAT thing who is sending our brave sons and daughters to fight against the cowardly heathens of the unrighteous whether they be foreign or domestic. I blame myself for holding on even when our office space became vacant and our weekly meetings were held in some bar out on the outskirts of wasteland 128. That film is starting to take shape. It is working out now .
Women are taking over and I think that’s AWESOME! Men take a whole lot for granted while taking their own sweet time to come around from their bruises and are shy of Love, especially if those men have been burned by what they thought was love before. We enjoy the comfort and stability of women to help us out and support us and in turn, we are there for them as companions and all the while trying to work out how and where to fit everything in.
Yeah, I know, I have TWO Facebook accounts, one for those of you that think what I post is actually TRUE and the other is where I can get away with political slander and put you down through a virtual, digital, disguise and not give a cheese laden toenail about what you say or why. Chances are, I unfriended you a while ago because your bullshit stank so bad that I saw you as a smelly gym sock on my try-to-be-pristine mud-porch.
Somehow, I still struggle to belch out in my chosen path that we're only here for a short amount of time. If you can't enjoy yourself in this journey that could end tomorrow than you may as well sign off now. Embrace the fact that you are going to die one day. Namaste mo-fos!