Drinks All Around, Balcony Soapbox, Sleep? Bahhhhh.

For me, it’s just nice to have a voice that people actually listen to from time to time.  I don’t know everything…damn near know nothing in the grand scope of things but believe me when I tell you, I trying my heart out for each and every single one of you.  It’s new age, up-with-people b.s. but it fits like a glove…it’s simply easier and healthier to love.  Getting older crystalizes so many things in my mind, none moreso than this fact.  There’s so much negativity in this world.  So many reasons to just middle finger the whole thing and bury yourself under a mountain of poorly scripted sitcoms and buffalo hot wing doritos and wait for the middle section of Revelations to jump and snatch us all by the sack.  But I find I’m now far less inclined to worry about if I’m being percieved as ‘cool’ or not and much more interested in coming off as sincere.  Because when I twist off this mortal coil and head to wherever I’m headed, I just want to make sure I leave this world knowing that every person I’ve loved KNOWS I loved them. 

Lots of issues get straightened out at 4am…especially when you’re drinking with friends.  Tonight we tackled blowjobs, work scene and illegal sex trade.  Next time:  gas prices, heatwaves and Barbara Walters’ ridiculous stretch head.  I love you all.  But tonight, I love three people just a little bit harder and a little bit longer.

G’night, kids.