If anyone wonders why I stayed single, lost friends and gave up playing guitar and making music, they need only to know that it was intentional. I don’t like life. I am jealous of the dead. I don’t want to bring anyone down with me. I have a large life insurance policy and i’m not going to do anything to compromise that. That’s just my way of saying, ‘suicide is not going to happen’. I dropped my health insurance. My kidney’s, they expel everything I pass through my body. I’m 38. Nope, no kids. No wife. Cats only. They will remain happy, healthy while I am living. They are my world. How sad, right? Eh, I don’t think so. Guys like me don’t ask for much. We don’t take from a world that doesn’t interest us. I’m not into anything anymore. You know? I am ok with that. I strongly believe in the afterlife. It is where you gain all the answers you’ve been wondering all your life. So, I drive a little faster, live more on the edge, avoid human interaction (as much as possible) because i’m waiting for my ticket up. If you are a criminal, and you do try to rob me: don’t mess up. If you are a my car, seatbelt. What’s that? If you are a disease, i’m your host. I’ve stopped caring. I like pain. Give it to me baby. The rash all over my legs: scratch until it bleeds. It invites a deadly blood infection. Kids, i’ve got nothing here. ok, maybe one thing. I promised ‘the powers that be’, if I do win the powerball, I will do a 360 and become a life loving saint. It’s my offer to the one upstairs. I can tell, he hates me. So, it’s a good possibility he will do all he can to keep me here. That’s my deal, god. If I score the lottery, I live your life that you gave me. Otherwise, here I come.