A while back I was undergoing a bit of a rough time. The details are not important to anyone but myself. I sat down and wrote a post of what I was feeling at the time but I thought better of it at the time and deleted it. Although the feeling passed and I am my old self once more, I remembered this post with an uncanny clarity like some of my favorite posts written by both myself and others. At the time that I wrote it, I suppose I was worried about what people would think. My post of a couple of days ago made me really think. I have cheated myself. I want this post in my archives. I don't think that anyone else will care to read it but this post is for me. Perhaps I am being selfish but hey it's my blog.
I've been in a funk lately. I guess that funk is far to mild of a term for my feelings of the past month or so. Sure, I put on my happy face, I smile, I laugh, and I do all that is expected of me. Just like one of those stupid fucking clowns with the painted on smile and the god-awful big-ass shoes, I smile for the world to see but inside I rage like a two dollar crackwhore with a cock in her mouth and a knife in her front pocket waiting to cut the damn thing off before it spews in her mouth.
There is no one moment in time when I can place my finger and say it started here or this is what set it off. No blinding flash of rage and hatred but a slow simmering pissed offness that has finally built to a boiling point. I want so desperately to unleash this fury upon the next asshole douchebag cocksucker that crosses my goddamned path but no I keep on grinning like a fucking monkey and show the world a happy face, a great big smiling shitfaced grin that means absolutely shit.
Back to the now, My step-daughter gave birth to a healthy baby girl. So now Fuzz has a grand-daughter, Faith.