I never could comprehend the future. Sure, I try, but usually fail miserably. It is about as incomprehensible as me trying to imagine the kind of life on a planet revolving around a star in the Andromeda galaxy. Lately, days come and go and I have trouble discerning if what happened today actually happened yesterday and/or vice versa. My life is one big dawn and dusk with a bunch of shit thrown in between. Oh, yeah, and that thing called sleep. I almost forgot how to do that simple bodily function earlier in the year with my daring dance with Senorita Insomnia.
I was thinking today about what my life is and what it should be. I came to the conclusion that things are just right so don't any of you go messing with my mojo. No wife. No kids. No problem. A little crazy, but nothing a handful of "happy" pills, as my father calls them, can't cure. It could be a lot worse. My bout with homelessness has proven to be one of my most able teachers about life and what should matter. There is not a day that goes by that I don't thank my lucky stars for my new home. Future lost? I beg to differ. The coming days are looking bright, indeed.