The last dying peep of the last two humans alive on earth will probably be, “stop hogging the blankets.
Sometimes I find my brain going like this, by the time I get all the “conditons” out of the way, I’ve practically forgotten what I was talking about.
I do like the old testament a wee bit, because god is a bit of a nut. All good stories are OFTEN good stories because they have a well-developed dark protagonist like god.
I’ve always been intrigued by the idea that one “finds god in a foxhole.” Having cut myself off from the 9-5 world and tried to carve out a living as a cartoonist, there are times when I could just cry because things were in such despair. God still isn’t my cup of tea, but I recognize that at those times, those are when I wish that I had any inclination towards belief.
Sometimes I really appreciate a little mindless enthusiasm in my life. Sometimes it’s a good thing to salve the dark seriousness of most days. (less these days, as I’ve said before, I’ve largely managed to work my way out of my darker depressions)
One of the problems with drinking is when everyone else gets drunk ahead of you and start behaving like nitwits, or they fall asleep. Then it can become a tad boring.
Bumping into fresh exes is the worst, especially when you’re not sure you’ve made the right choices.












