PART 16

The older you get… the more complicated the rules. Nothing is planned out the way you would like and nothing goes according to plan. It’s like me trying to steer a submarine. And if you know me well… you know I can’t steer a submarine for shit. Last time I tried it… well I’ll just say I doubt they will let me in the bay area anytime soon. BUT the more complicated things become… the more precious they become. Like “make your heart hurt” kind of precious. All the men in my family turn into mush the older they get. My grandfather was a big ball of sweetheart right before he died. I don’t even know if he was technically human. And I’m planning on living till I’m 200 and eventually turning into a giant ball of light and energy. I would be a hit at parties. “Do you think Will is coming?” “God, I hope so. He really livens up the festivities.” NOTE TO SELF: Live without hurting anyone… especially myself.