It All Comes Down To This...

Here it is end of week and I haven't gotten no where near the work done as I usually do. I feel kinda like I am in purgatory, for all my Catholic friends. I am sure you understand THAT! Regardless, it seems like I often take 2 steps forward, and 3 back. Happens all the time to me. Bad karma? Possibly. I haven't been the coolest dude in history, although I sure do give it a go. I am really out of sorts right now, with health issues, a shakeup with my work, and a bad case of cabin fever.

This shit happens to me every year, and you would think I would prepare for it, but NO!! That makes too much sense! I would rather be where it is warm, the girls are wearing not very much, and I could sleep outside if I wanted to. Never happen living in Michigan, I'm afraid...

I often think I expect too much out of life, and yet my needs are simple. I guess it all boils down to a manic sized case of paranoia on my part, where I feel that life is always getting in my way. Of course it isn't. I have everything I need, and want for nothing. But at times, I would like to think I could live like the old days. Go out on a sunny August morning, throw a leg over the old 61 pan, and hie off into the day. Visit friends, drink too much, and partake of way too many drugs. Get home, eat a huge meal, with shades of Porterhouse, and fall out for another day. And that ain't gonna happen any more, folks. Been there, done that, got a fuckin' tee shirt to prove it. That was then, this is now. When do I fucking catch up?

Fuck it, don't mean nothin'...

Charlie~