LAOSS: Life After Or Some Such

What’s popping? The S a to the double S here.

I know this is the part where you are expecting to hear things such as:

“Yeah, it’s been a while … ”

“Sorry it’s been so long … ”

“Long time, no hear from … ”

 

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Well, consider your anticipation for any of that shattered. That’s not how I’m set up. That’s not how this goes.

How this goes is that life happens. When life happens, some things stay afloat. Others drown and set up shop with the Titanic. I don’t get why people feel like they have to apologize to other people about the ebbs and flows of life, as if you don’t get any type of break. Like it all supposed to be wine, roses, chocolate, and sharp shiny objects.

Okay … the sharp shiny objects is my spiel, but I think you get what I’m trying to say.

I don’t owe ya’ll a M.F.T. (translate that trash talk)

Now let’s get down to what you guys really want to know: the potential boredom or scandalous gossip that caused such a personal absence. The promotion stuff on behalf of the All Authors Fam doesn’t really count because what kind of person would I be not to tout those who’ve always had my back. That would be just mean, even for me.

Truth be told, I’m in vigilante mode. I need a way to get this out in a way that doesn’t cause me to get thrown in prison, although in the sense of who I’m advocating for, it’d actually be worth it. It’s like a good cause.

I’m just so sick of those who are pure of heart being screwed over by fake, spirit shifting ass people. Like, be who you are, even if you are T.A.F., a failure at life, a lying sack of horse manure, a thirst bucket, or a condescending asshole that is painful as a woman being on the first two days of her menstrual. That’s better than faking like you are a gentleman that’s all about the do right because you are taking up space for a real one.

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Despite my wanting to expose his intestines, jab his Adam’s apple, turn his rumored kielbasa into Vienna sausages, and fillet his tongue, my friend told me to “take the high road”.

Yeah, that boring Buddha talk.

Do I look like Buddha? Or TED for that matter?

Yet, how does one take a respectable target and do multiple things to it without getting put away?

For a while, I stewed. While having some vegetable stew, which was rather good. Rabbit stew is overrated.

However, it took a casual talk with the least likely of people to convince me what to do with all of this anger, distaste, and thirst for vengeance. The answer was to put it all on paper.

There’s no prison yet to cage a creative mind.

Therefore, I will be doing all types of unfortunate events. More than likely a series of them. Those will be my target practice and that little boy (because calling him a man would be generous and insulting) will be the bulls’ eye. Every character will be that scumbag’s reincarnation and the torture can be never ending.

I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it.

You’ll be seeing a whole lot more of me. I’m willing to bet my favorite shiny blade on it.

Until the next episode,

DR