Wine, Roses and the Other Poor Bastards.
I have a secret I have harbored for some time. And it causes me some guilt.
I am actually happy in love. Vibrantly, terrifically, tumultuously in love.
I read and read and read the other entries on this site and I feel bad, and I give a heartfelt “Fight on Brother. Fight on Sister.” But I just can’t reach down and say…”Yeah! Dammit! I’m right there in those sodden trenches suckin’ the rat’s tits with ya!”
Nope. I can’t do that.
Had you asked me 6 years ago I would have been able to spare a rat’s tit, a rat’s ass and my whore ex-wife to boot!
Maybe I’ll write more about her…heheheh! Nah. You know all you need to know.
Boy meets girl, marries, breeds, she has affair, they part, remarry, fight and life goes on.
Times have changed. And so have I.
I have to ask, however. “Why feel guilty? You have something these people would kill for!”
Then, naturally, I begin to fear for my life.
(What if someone reading this wants to take what I have?)
At this point…I take my medication and all is well.
So, my dear readers, I may not be able to draw my life down the path of tears. But I still hear. I still see. I am in the Gonzo seat among a sea of drowning lovers. I have plenty of stories to report – both from my past and from the Sea of Tears.
So prepare…
posted by Anonymous | 12:08 am
Enjoy it while it lasts. You know it won't.
But I hope it does. *ducking*
None of us would be in the circle of error we're in if we didn't believe in love, and that love is worth it in the end.
I know that sounds sappy, which is unusual for me. So I'm sappy. Fuck off, you.
I'm not in the throes of depression like I used to be, either. I use the inspiration provided by others--and of course that of my own sordid past--to conjure up the Muse and allow me to write about love both positively and negatively. You are all gorgeous women on the rag, and I am a vampire, buried face-down in your crotch, sucking the love-juice right out of you. (Now that's inspiration!)