This is a dangerous place to be.
I'm entirely intoxicated and it's 1:49PM.
Had this been 10 years ago, this might even be impressive.
However, I'm 32.
I keep thinking about that number, 32.
I'm nearly as old as Jesus now...
Will I die next year?
Is it blasphemous to think that?
That I'll cease to exist at the same time as this mythical figure;
one that has determined, predicated, predicted, and shadowed
nearly every human event since his supposed time on Earth?
I don't know much of anything.
I was a poet once.
I felt things.
Now, I just want that one over there to come and do stuff to me.

10/03/2016