February 13, 2004

  • Life,


    Why are you being a bummer?  You're totally trying to salt my game.  What do you expect?  Do you expect me to get down on my hands and knees and beg for mercy?  You know for a fact that I won't do that.  I've been down before, and I've managed to survive.  It's an addiction.  I'm addicted to the idea that everyone can be happy, including myself...especially myself.  It's better for me to live life than for life to live me.  You don't have the best of me.  One day, you may be able to break down my spirit, my hope, my dreams.  I won't go down without a fight though.  You'll have to kill me to make me stop fighting.  Whatever you send my way, I'm going to go with it.  It's what I do best. 


    I'm going to flip the script on you, and you won't even know it's coming.  Maybe it'll be sudden.  Or it might be really gradual.  I may do it soon, or I may do it later.  You don't know.  See, I have the upper hand.  I know my plans, and I know what I have to do. 


    Plus, I've got all my friends behind me.  My family is behind me.  Even my deceased mom, I know that she's behind me.  I've got all my generations and generations of family, and learning, and growing to back me up.  God's behind me too, and there's nothing you can do about that.


    So be prepared.  Be very prepared.  Too bad you don't know what to prepare for.


    Sincerely,


    Bobby G. Roy