After a bottle of good merlot,and writing a very challenging piece for someone, which I will send them once I am done revving and spell checking,
I began to recall The Air Force question: What is my 10 year plan?
I have thought of this greatly the past couple hours...and fuck me if it isn't pathetic of where I will end up.
NSA in maryland or Wright Pat in Ohio. Working the job I do now, single, hanging out with either Dan in Ohio or the one in Maryland. surfing the net and playing video games. doing taekwondo. drinking. writing on other peoples experiances( I hardly EVER write on myself, its always through others)
I am an existentialist. I am God. And God is dead.
I began to recall The Air Force question: What is my 10 year plan?
I have thought of this greatly the past couple hours...and fuck me if it isn't pathetic of where I will end up.
NSA in maryland or Wright Pat in Ohio. Working the job I do now, single, hanging out with either Dan in Ohio or the one in Maryland. surfing the net and playing video games. doing taekwondo. drinking. writing on other peoples experiances( I hardly EVER write on myself, its always through others)
I am an existentialist. I am God. And God is dead.
The doctor presicribes a little more sleep, a little less booze and a whole lot more booty to get your intellect going again.