So I'm here at work eating saltines and sipping on a Pepsi when the thought occurs to me, "I really think someone up there hates me". Where does this come from... I mean let's take a brief glance at my rap sheet. All my life I suffer injustices at the hands of other people, and through it all I still persevere and manage to excel both academically, and personally. However, I still haven't been afforded a basic amount of happiness. All of my peers are able to live their lives, and celebrate their youth, as normal young adults should. But I have to be ultra-responsible. I have to assume the role of Mom, Dad, Grandparent, hell the whole nuclear family unit!!! I just wish that for once in my life I could be given some slack, and allowed to revel in my youth. I want to live frivolously, and be young and dumb now, so that I don't have the urge to want to recede to these notions later on in life. I mean you've seen those old, bald, men in the Masserati's right? So.. in the infamous words of Judy Blume, "Are you there God? It's me Phoenix"
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