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After a lifetime of craziness, I truly hope I’m humbled enough to tell you folks a story. I certainly feel like damaged goods today, broken everywhere and not much for it.

These days I find, more often than not, an objective and silent response is the best defense I can offer, when dealing with stupid people. And I try real hard not to listen to or talk to stupid people. Which means I’m usually to be found doing my own time.

It seems I’ve run thru all my options and I no longer have need of charge or praise. Today I feel border line isolated and detached and I don’t have many cares.

What I do have today is a sometimes-deplorable fear of being and a severe passion for anger and I’m going to try and work these issues out with words. Also, deep inside, I have a loneliness and an emptiness, mixed loose with an ache and a dim hope, to say something and these words might be my last chance on this beautiful planet. To say something…

Words are important. Writing is sacred. I pondered on these great truths and then decided to crank out some quality thoughts and candor of my own. I really do have something to say folks.

Whatever does become of these exalted words will be not less than a much-needed resurrection of spirit and redemption of purpose. A bold and noble statement indeed.

After the burden of this undertaking, I suppose I’ll do an inventory and I’ll decide which way to jump. And I plan on being around for a long, long time.

As I say…whatever. The significant point is for me to be able to say I tried. At least I tried.

A solemn ditty before I begin to roll. I cherish the truth. Right here and now, with this pen, on this paper. I will not lie. Should I find myself writing less than the basic truth, well, I will have no choice other than to quit. I’ll toss this pen out the window, cover and conceal these words and think for a while. I will not begin, endure or end this narrative with deliberate falsehood. I will not lie.

Understand further, when I finally decided, at long last, to bring out the pen and paper, with regards to this singular deed, it was only after quiet deliberation, after careful soul-searching, even after burning out a pair of poor - boy sneakers, roaming and wandering, up and down the dreary streets and avenues of this forgotten city, that I knew there was no other way. I knew that if I was to tell this story, I would have to be brutally honest but the truth is vital and precious to me today. To this end I swore an oath to do this very thing. To tell the truth, anything less than the truth would diminish me, something I’m not about to accept, not now, not anymore. And I’m not afraid. I’m ready.

Fair warning! On occasion I may feel it necessary to bend and stretch, to make certain allowances but most anyone who reads these illustrious words will recognize exaggeration and distortion. Hell, I need to have fun. But, on my honor, mostly I’ll give you the straight goods, the truth. And I reckon I can’t go wrong. I’ll just step to the right now. I do believe it’s about time to stand and deliver.

All is well

G.B.T.