Gut Rumbles

February 21, 2008

Night time

Originally published July 5, 2003

I don't sleep well and I know that I use this blog as a way to pretend that I have a life. I KNOW that I don't, but I can still fool myself if I don't think long about it. I let work and blogging keep me busy. Three-day weekends are NOT good for me.

I don't give a shit about much. I've lost so much of what I once considered precious that I don't invest myself in ANYTHING
anymore. I look around the Crackerbox and I wonder what I'm doing here. How did this shit happen to me?

I don't even have a picture of my ex-wife. The only pictures of my son that I have, I got from my mama or took myself. This shit ain't right.

Goddam. I'll NEVER understand the pure meanness I was served.

Wimmen. I sure picked a fine one to fall in love with. And I still love her today, damn me.

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