why i bother
hello droogs. as i sit here wondering the point of it all. feeling sorry for myself and dealing with the constant pain in my carpel tunnel plagued hands. i'm drinking coke wishing it was booze.i have not drank in ten day's and this is going to be one hell of a fight trying to stay sober. i think my girlfriend is fucking her pot dealer and not more then two miles away a young tough is planing the demise of your fearless leader.but not to worry. he wont get me.they never do. i'm to old to box,i'll probly never go to the sea again.i doubt i will ever get a job that doe's not wreck my body. and i dont think i'll ever get out of this shithole town. so you probly ask yourself why i bother.
well it's because i want to see what comes next.i have this secret that i want to share with you.
life is all about moments.lil things most people dont see. or dont notice.but they are magical things.every day on my way to work i look up and i see the clouds.i think god has created the most wonderfull landscape in the sky for me. when i get to work the girl who hates me has the best smile in the world and sometimes just sometimes she will smile at me.and it takes away all my pain.after i make love to a woman and she falls asleep and snuggles close to me. when i feel her hot breath against my body. it makes me feel safe.when i play poker and i know i have the best hand.my brothers wicked sense of humour. everytime i sit back and drink a beer with my best friend.
they are all moments. lil things that make life worth living. i always see them. i always feel them.you see,life is quite wonderfull all in all.you just have to notice when things are good.
good night your pal
krimsin rage.
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