This is something that I wrote a while ago. Felt like sharing.
Today, this great day of May 17, 2007....as I'm sitting at my computer, with my fat cat trying to take all attention away from my fingers pushing on the keyboard to dictate this story to you, I'm fucked up.
I've been drinking since yesterday. Started before I went and graduated from Columbia College Chicago with a BA in Journalism. Continued while eating some grub at Bar Louie with the family and then drinking WAY TOO MUCH with my buddies and meeting a very sweet, drop dead gorgeous young lady at Nick's Uptown Lounge.
Why does this day seem so un-fulfilling?
I almost died seven years ago. I quit school ten years ago (Illinois State). I forgot who I was eight years ago. I let the woman that I would have spent the rest of my days with split on me nine years ago. What and the fuck do I have to look forward to?
Perhaps going back to school for my MFA? Or even the cute little blonde girl that I met tonight? Or maybe, just maybe, writing the movie about my friend that was murdered a few years back to let all know that she was a divine princess that we would love to still have around?
I just wanna fucking write! I don't care if it is about you or me. Them or we. He or she. I just wanna put the ink to the paper and let all who read it know the true story. The story that nobody else wanted to tell. The story that other people were afraid to put into words because they thought it might raise too many eyebrows.
I want you to know. I want all to know.
What you wanna hear?
I've been drinking since yesterday. Started before I went and graduated from Columbia College Chicago with a BA in Journalism. Continued while eating some grub at Bar Louie with the family and then drinking WAY TOO MUCH with my buddies and meeting a very sweet, drop dead gorgeous young lady at Nick's Uptown Lounge.
Why does this day seem so un-fulfilling?
I almost died seven years ago. I quit school ten years ago (Illinois State). I forgot who I was eight years ago. I let the woman that I would have spent the rest of my days with split on me nine years ago. What and the fuck do I have to look forward to?
Perhaps going back to school for my MFA? Or even the cute little blonde girl that I met tonight? Or maybe, just maybe, writing the movie about my friend that was murdered a few years back to let all know that she was a divine princess that we would love to still have around?
I just wanna fucking write! I don't care if it is about you or me. Them or we. He or she. I just wanna put the ink to the paper and let all who read it know the true story. The story that nobody else wanted to tell. The story that other people were afraid to put into words because they thought it might raise too many eyebrows.
I want you to know. I want all to know.
What you wanna hear?
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