Me and Kenny P.

It seems like all of the television shows enjoy right now are mere mirror images of my own life. I don’t think that is a good thing. Walking Dead, Archer, and Eastbound and Down while each different in their style and approach all tell the stories of men who either once where great, or at least thought they were coming to the hard cold realization that things are not as they were and they are no longer the Alpha male they believed they were. Continue reading Me and Kenny P.

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I keep forgetting

When we met I believed that you were the one I had been waiting on, that all my failures of the past were all to lead me in your direction. I thought you felt the same; we even had an old saying remember “God loves me most”. Perhaps that was a clue, we both thought alike and believed we were the favored one. I (born arrogant) felt that because I believed us to be destined that you shared the sentiment and that together we could weather any storm, Funny how things turn out. I really am trying to move on in my mind. I see our time for what it was. I tell myself this day in and day out, but alas to no avail. My heart wins out screaming your name while I sleep. I toss and turn on the couch. I can’t sleep in that bed anymore. Continue reading I keep forgetting

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I’m dying here….

I don’t even cry anymore. This has happened to me a thousand and one times now. I am in the process of typing out my prison memoirs and in the process of ending my last relationship. Like clockwork “The Wedding Singer” comes on TV and the next thing you know I’m listening to the Thompson Twins. Continue reading I’m dying here….

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