It is time that I hop back on the saddle. I have been undergoing GREAT changes over the past 20 days which have interfered with my voracious writing. Well, at least my public writing. Back to business! I am an old fart. Personally, I don’t think I am smarter than the average joe, but my ability to keep on consistently trying, failure after failure makes me feel somewhat accomplished. I don’t live for others, though. I used to. In fact, I had a thousand word rebuttal to try and convince a lil’ lady to fall back in love with me that I either didn’t have the heart to share, edit, and confess, or quite frankly the time. But Believe me when I say she would have been swooning at the moon! I just don’t think it is fair to go on writing love letters to the world. Last I remember, romance is a rather private ordeal. Unless you are referring to weddings, which are a very public obligation. I think it is natural, when you have nobody in your life, to think about that special lil’ someone in that special lil’ way. What wonderful, messy years! But now I am an old fart that I don’t want anyone else smelling. I have learned to enjoy the smell of my own farts. I have also become very disdainful towards all of my luxuries. All the things that I wished I had a year ago, I want to cut off someone’s head now having known what I ignorantly was waiting for. God, if that isn’t a little life lesson I should learn early. I am waiting for superwoman, and I doubt she will be good company. I think my generation is far too picky. I had a good deal going on. We hated each other but at least we were happy.
I saw three little twinkling stars in a row, much like the three little dreams I wish for every night, and there they hung in the sky, like an ornament on the Universe’s Christmas tree.
Ben Bonkoske 