FROM THE DESERT OFFICE OF DESERT PIRACY....
It punishes, you pokes at you, burns you from your toes all the way to the top of your head. What? What is it that causes all this anger, anguish, and pain? Its time loss, something that didn’t really hit you till you had to start worrying how to pay the light bill, eat, put gas in your car and watch your calories. Wake up on Monday morning, hammer in your head, bang bang bang ding a bell goes off and you’ve spent your 8-12 hours, time to eat, spend time with your family, and boom, back in bed, and warp speed straight head to BUZZZZZ…your alarm is going off, time to repeat. Robot move to shower….beep beep…..move to sink……clang clang…..shave face and brush teeth…..click click……clothes on, grab all that shit you need to get you through your battle for the day….ding ding ding…..enter motorized vehilcle drive to destination …ROGER THAT OVER AN D OUT PREPARE TO START AUTOPILOT…..Then you wake up 40 years later….wheels go to turning…..HOLY SHIT where the hell am I, who am I , and jesus Christ who is this ugly fucker in the mirror? I don’t know this person, never seen him in my life. 40 years fly by and you haven’t a clue. Did you accomplish all those things that made your daydreams in school so much more comfortable? The places you were going to go, the things you were going to do…you make it there bud? Fell asleep one day at 27 and woke up the next at 45. Nothing, and I mean nothing tortures a soul more than that feeling of no accomplishment. Then you have the “oh bullshit man you’ve accomplished plenty you’ve done this and you’ve done that” and blah blah blah. Sure there are great things going on, but those goals, the ones you carried for so many years, if your going nowhere with them….it aches. Makes your headspin and want a beer. Beer: the finest time killer this side of the equator. What to do? Keep on smokin’ and strokin’ and realize your time is short and it goes by at the speed of light and do something about it. One day you may be standing in front of that mirror at 45-50 years with that disgruntled “who the hell is that guy” look on your face. All preventable. See your doctor.



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