All right, let's do this.
So I feel old right now. Like gas, this too shall pass. But it's here, and this little cathartic act should purge it, so bear with, O gentle reader.
Unlike many, I don't believe in reincarnation. I think we have one shot. We're born on borrowed time. We put our piece on Go and roll them fucking dice. Thing is, I've made 34 laps, enjoyed the 200 bucks each time... but I still haven't built a house, let alone one of those sweet red hotels. I'm not living in the purple ghetto next to Go, but I aint in Marvin Gardens either... more like those funky orange ones up by Free Parking.
What makes me feel old is that nagging, gnawing doubt, the iron-fisted grip on my nuts, backed by an icy whisper that tells me I'm not gonna get that beautiful house, that I'm not gonna get that beautiful wife.
I'm letting the days go by...
Now before you scream whiny bitch at the top of your lungs, understand that I don't quit. My playing piece is the Cannon, not the dog or the fucking wheelbarrow. One of these days it'll be my fist in the iron glove, and Mister Icy Whisper's gonna sing nice and pretty like for the kids at home.
Just... just...
Just have a lotta odds to buck here. The big D could come. I regret little. If I can't go out with love in my heart, then let me go out with my middle finger up.
So I feel old right now. Like gas, this too shall pass. But it's here, and this little cathartic act should purge it, so bear with, O gentle reader.
Unlike many, I don't believe in reincarnation. I think we have one shot. We're born on borrowed time. We put our piece on Go and roll them fucking dice. Thing is, I've made 34 laps, enjoyed the 200 bucks each time... but I still haven't built a house, let alone one of those sweet red hotels. I'm not living in the purple ghetto next to Go, but I aint in Marvin Gardens either... more like those funky orange ones up by Free Parking.
What makes me feel old is that nagging, gnawing doubt, the iron-fisted grip on my nuts, backed by an icy whisper that tells me I'm not gonna get that beautiful house, that I'm not gonna get that beautiful wife.
I'm letting the days go by...
Now before you scream whiny bitch at the top of your lungs, understand that I don't quit. My playing piece is the Cannon, not the dog or the fucking wheelbarrow. One of these days it'll be my fist in the iron glove, and Mister Icy Whisper's gonna sing nice and pretty like for the kids at home.
Just... just...
Just have a lotta odds to buck here. The big D could come. I regret little. If I can't go out with love in my heart, then let me go out with my middle finger up.
Happiness is where you find it. Your parents' happiness is not your own, it's just the only option you know.
I always liked the game of LIFE better anyway. Inhereting a skunk farm and fucking a pink peg is way more exciting.
[Edited on Dec 18, 2002]
[Edited on Dec 18, 2002]