by To being a free agent! I figure if and when I become a free agent. I’ll finally be able to come in off the road and try to be a normal human being. I mean. Don’t you think 5,000,000 miles in 30 years is more than adequate?
It’s not like you know the average Joe is gonna break that record anytime soon.
But either way, I’ll be dumping my 401(k) so I don’t have to tap into my real retirement. And move the fuck on with my life.
I won’t go home and be rejected about anything. I won’t have anybody telling me. It’s my fault. I won’t have anybody blaming all their fucking problems on me. I’ll finally be able to find someone who has some form of interest in anything I’m doing!
That’s something I never had. I had an old lady who only gave a shit about herself and what her kids are doing. She didn’t give a fuck what I was doing no hey what are you doing? How’s the guitar? Hey, how’s the drive? How’s this? How’s that none of that.
I think it’s time to finally have some self happiness and find someone who actually gives a fuck about me and not what I can do for them!
As for the rest of the family, you will either fall back in place or it wasn’t meant to be, to begin with!
But what im finding is the more time passes the more her true devil horns pop out of her head and I’m finding out exactly how fucking evil she is.
Did I suspect all this stuff over the years? Yes, did I just deal with it? Yes, do I want to deal with anything anymore no!
So eventually, this will all be resolved. I’ll know what’s going on, and I can finally move on with my life and fucking be happy for once……
Praise, sweet baby Jesus, hail, Satan, Harry Krishna
Matter of fact, I’m so excited about being a free agent. I went out and bought a giant oversized chair and a console table to fill the spot where her shit use to be!