Life continues on, and on, and on...

Okay, here I am sitting in this little room (and it’s a nice little room, don’t get me wrong – it has two tones of green and wicker window shades and, considering some of the rooms I’ve been in recently, it stands up pretty well, nonetheless…) tonight (singing: tonight, tonight, won’t be like any night!) tonight it feels a bit like a prison.

Well, a cubicle, anyway. It feels estrictive. I can hear the hum of the computer and the clack of the keys and, if I stop and listen very closely, I can almost here the sound of blood rushing through my ears (a dull little whoosh as the ol’ ticker pushes the red stuff around the track, yet again).

How many more hearbeats until I die, I wonder? But, of course, that is unknowable (at least until its too late… ha ha ha - death’s little joke on all of us: Death sits like an old fortune teller lady with a thick, rubbery lips, bad blonde hair and a ridiculously thick accent… blah blah blah and just as she reveals all, “Dee meaning of life eez… [pregnant pause]” BANG! KAPOW! A heart attack hits us like a ton of brick and we’re dead guys. Yeah! “America... fuck yeah!”