Depression is anger turned inward. I believe that. So, there’s something else I’ve been very angry about and have been keeping in because it might seem indelicate to bring this up but damn, I’m going to bring it up because someone has to bring it up even if it isn’t my business, but it’s this: you’re down 20 million in just the last couple years. Because your pride kept you from working lest you look like you didn’t mean what you really didn’t mean seven years ago. Your vicious pride. I look at the homeless begging on the streets and know they have no room for stupid pride, but someone whom God gifted with so much talent chooses not to use it just to make a stinking point, boxing himself in entirely professionally just as you do emotionally. What if, in the grand scheme of things, no one gave a bloody shit about your pride, what you do, or what you say you will do, what if it wasn’t all that important to creation outside of a few yellow journalists. What if you got off of your lazy ass and went back to work and regained and recouped your losses and more, Mr. Risk Taker Supreme who is so afraid what others will say about him. And another thing, when Thing’s fiasco about the tugboat and midget thing came out, you and she were walking on the glorified streets of New York and you told her something that made her flounce away from you. She didn’t want to walk with you. You didn’t bat an eye, but I saw how you so “indifferently” let your eyes roam around checking to see if anyone noticed. News for you darling, someone caught it in its entirety on their cell phone. Now, I know kids enrich people’s lives, and I know when children are loved but I also know from people who have adopted that the children God intends for us to have in one way or another He sends to us in one way or another. So, I think you’re children’s souls would have come to you in one way or the other. So with reservation, I tell you about the cell phone capturing the moment it did wondering if this will just motivate you to going back to your sickening phony PDA’s, and acting like the old Clairol commercials from the 60’s of the couple running to each other in slow motion, or if, at this stage of your life, being an absolute phony is a complete waste of precious years.

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