It's been a short year. It's been quiet, uneventful and pretty much similar to every other year since I was shot out of a womb approximately 20-some years ago. But that doesn't change the complacency i've felt since then. I don't really care what happens throughout the course of my life, because sometimes it's just enough to be alive. There's billions who can't say that right now. Because they're dead. And while they may have been better men than me, I've got one up on them right now. I can watch snow fall, multicolored lights shine on trees and credit card bills pile up endlessly. What do they get? They get to rot. For eternity. What up, success?
And that's how I see it. I'm just a normal, random guy chillin in the 'burbs of the 'burbs. I play video games and drink beer and smoke cigarettes. It happens. But everyone always said do what you love. It's their fault I play video games, brink beer and smoke cigarettes. I'm a simple man with simple pleasures. Fuckin' sue me.
And I've got another few months to do that. Then I get to move to the city, learn shit about movies, and play video games, drink beer and smoke cigarettes. And creep on insecure artsy-types. I think I've got my life planned out right there in a nutshell.
Life is good.
