Saturday, December 17, 2011
1:35 AM Saturday
I'm drunkish. It's, as the title say, 1:35 AM. I've been doing this for at least 20 years and apparently it doesn't get old. I go out and drink and talk to girls and waste my time. Why do I say that? Because 96 percent of the time I go home by myself. I'm sick of it. He blew his mind out in a car. He didn't notice that the light changed. A crowd of people stood and stared. A crowd of people turned away. Be that as it may, if I'm so smart, why a, I like this? There is no excuse. I could ramble on and on but in then end the last 20 years are generally a waste. That's a bit extreme. But what do I want to do with my life? I read the news today, oh boy. The holes were rather small. I'd love to do something.
Joe Dimaggio's done it again.
So it's a week from today and what am I doing? I'm sleeping in a bed in my parent's place like a child. No wife. No kids. Just a 43 year old man by himself. Is this a joke? Is this real life? what a waste. I can please myself all I want, but I am not happy. I do the same things over and over again. Like I said, what a waste.
Is this life? Is Black Sabbath life? What do I need to do to be immortal? Is that the goal of life? To create something this will be bigger than you? That will outlast you? Or is it to lead a comfortable life that will be forgotten in 20 years or less? Why will anyone remember you in 20 years past your death? Are you just the flotsam and jetsam of life. Another body to be disposed of at some point. Do you need to be remembered? Stop feeling sorry for yourself and do something.
Ok. Time to get serious. The truth is that his has been your life for over 20 years. You are not improving. You do not know what it takes to be successful. Except maybe obsessive behavior. It's time to obsess about something and achieve it.
Joe Dimaggio's done it again.
So it's a week from today and what am I doing? I'm sleeping in a bed in my parent's place like a child. No wife. No kids. Just a 43 year old man by himself. Is this a joke? Is this real life? what a waste. I can please myself all I want, but I am not happy. I do the same things over and over again. Like I said, what a waste.
Is this life? Is Black Sabbath life? What do I need to do to be immortal? Is that the goal of life? To create something this will be bigger than you? That will outlast you? Or is it to lead a comfortable life that will be forgotten in 20 years or less? Why will anyone remember you in 20 years past your death? Are you just the flotsam and jetsam of life. Another body to be disposed of at some point. Do you need to be remembered? Stop feeling sorry for yourself and do something.
Ok. Time to get serious. The truth is that his has been your life for over 20 years. You are not improving. You do not know what it takes to be successful. Except maybe obsessive behavior. It's time to obsess about something and achieve it.
