Saturday, June 20, 2009

Life ain't easy (but dyin's a bitch)

There is an old joke
About dying
" I want to go peaceful
In my sleep like ol' Dad
Not screaming and crying
Like the guys that
Were riding with him"
I try and guess
How I'll go
People often ask
Which Death I'd prefer
Invariably they pick
Sleep or freezing
Something they think
Will be easy
Screw that, I say
I don't want to go easy
I'd rather get beat
To death with a golf club
Or dashed with gasoline
Murdered by Zippo
I need to be relieved
Of life with panache
I suppose in the end
It doesn't matter
If your eighty
And shit the bathtub
Or if you're shanked
By skinhead Nazis
Who just can't
take a joke
Dead is dead
And that is
Only slightly better
Than a long stoned nap
On a freckled hookers couch
who has taken
The whole day off
To be with you
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I struggle with addiction and am just recently out of prison- I dislike most people and am bitter and self destructive. Yet somehow I have a good time. My first wife wanted to be an FBI agent when I met her in college, and the last one was a prostitute,the former gave me three great kids that I named Dakota, Skye and Willow, the latter a hell of a hard time. In the past I have been a busboy, a waiter, and a bartender. I have worked in nearly all construction trades including carpentry, brick laying, electrical, weilding, and plumbing. Once I had a job where I climbed tree's for a living. I fought Mixed Martial Arts when they still called it No Holds Barred, I have sold cars and was an editorial cartoonist. I am a failed actor, to lazy to try very hard, and lived with outlaw bikers in Northern California. I served as a medic in the army,and studied creative writing as well as radio tv. I cook a mean breakfast and like to sit and think sometimes all day. Did I say think or drink?