It seems that, lately, about half of these folks are going through tough emotional times. I bring this up because I feel increasingly separated from everyone because of my stinking age. It's like a set of prison bars. If you look at my life, I guess you could say that I have it easy. I'm about to file papers that will officially make me a "pool hall lizard" (when all my accumulated vacation burns out).
But it hasn't always been this way. You have to trust me when I tell you I've been down and out. Drugs, Jesus, famished student, workaholic, dance to the left, dance to the right, I've been there and back again (Mod Squad anyone?).
Ok, so I don't have money to give everyone cause a lizards gotta eat. But I can see what's going wrong in the blogs that I read. I keep thinking "wow man, I did that" (Chech/Chong anyone? anyone?) But I can't say anything because; well because I'm the god dam "man" dam it!