Its a barren wasteland out here. You can see for miles. Something that resembles a coyote scampers off in the distance with a three-day dead rag in it’s mouth. Vultures call behind me. I wonder if they are coming for me.
I don’t give a fuck!
I am mired in my own self pity; a feeling that I will never go anyplace in my life. It is exhausting living your life from one paycheck to another. Old Man Poverty creeping in.
People say that I should go back to school. I fear that will add even more frustrations to my already complicated life. I am not confident that I will pass the classes and I am not confident that my wife will be my rock and support system.
I miss the solitude of the guard shack! I miss the original Grave Yard. Am I still Graveyard Night even if I am no longer a nightowl?
I should care more about money, school and life in general. But right now: I don’t give a fuck!