The Moose Is Loose

The Moose Is Loose

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Thunder road, White lightning was his load

What I wrote earlier.  It is the precursor to a really messed up night.  It is 10:40 pm and the noise is so god-damned bad.  It echoes inside my cranium.
I am so fucked. 
Don't know what I will do but guess I will just gut it out as long as I can and then quit.  I do not know what that means, except as an abstruse abstraction.
My apologies, when the time comes, to anyone and everyone whom I shall hurt or cause annoyance by interrupting his/her daily life.  It will come, barring some miracle that I, after 20 yrs of this bull shit, cannot imagine or foresee. 

Shit happens, folks.  Deal with it.  I have had to do so for nearly 21 yrs, now.  I am only angry at myself no one else.

I swore I would figure life out.  I think I may have, but I am unable to do a freaking thing with the knowledge I have gained.  Cannot even pass it on to my daughter.  Messed that up too.

OOPs, I am getting into whining.  Gotta go.

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