I'm chastised (even by friends)for saying too much. What do you do? There's so much beautiful shit in my head, and I've been by a truck in the winter dyinng in a ditch four feet of snow, two different times. i understand why people hate my guts, and I'm a recluse at heart, for every stupid post, I've shelved a hundred. Everytime I post some wingnut says how is this guy an admin? I'm a guy in the sticks of nowhere, Wherever you live they sell boxcutters, I was a working whadhadoo like all of us, but I was in a bad way. I was here beffore that, I was here, but I got a couple phone calls, Sherwood, are you alright? Yeah, I'm good. what faded away was I'll show ya, I'll earn yer shit. Everyone says they don't care, the key is not to say shit like that, you are either that or you're not.
Why I'm and admin, I'm real. A guy like me doesn't walk up on you doorstep every day, and a guy with a website doesn't call and say, hey i'd like you to run my website. Those moments weren't suicidal, but they weren't not. I had to be somewhere. I got a call from nowhere from my litttle brother, he said, I found this place, you will own this this place, they'll never see you coming.
Kinda changed my whole life. I'm not profound, I think i have a pretty good original comedic and unqique vision, I crack myself up typing some of this garbage, and I get feedback recognition now and again for being a jackass. You know I'm disturbingly real, What other website do you get that? My penchant is pretty dark. Stop and take yourself out of what you're doing, the 3 people who've read this far. now imagine a cold chrome revolver some one brought in and fell asleep. There was a moment, so many really good people have taken that momenr. I have far worse ghost stories,but I tick on so far. Nobody's real anymore, I'm an admin because I'm a good guy and I'm here, and the wire is so slender and supercharged it's a hi-wire act. But I'm here, and your kindness keeps me rolling, There will come a day when youth will slip away, doodleoop, what'll they say about me
If you think the absurdity is lost on me, you know nothing jon snow