Creepy old guy

CHAPTER 2

Creepy old guy

Remember that creepy old guy or woman, who lived down your street? Or your friend's street? That person who never married, lived alone in a darken home with all those cats? Remember them? I think I'm headed in that same direction. I've gained all that weight I tried so hard to get rid of, plus some I'm sure.

I'm sick right now. Not with the Anthrax virus, although I did think I had it for a second. Well not just for one second, maybe for a couple of days. My neck has been bothering me for month's now. I'm getting better though. I can now stand to smoke one cigarette without it tasting so bad. It's sad for a single person to have to take care of themselves when they are sick. All the moaning goes to waste, because it's yourself who has to answer all those requests. It's times like these that I am truly depressed. Plus it's almost Winter, and then it will be Christmas, jeez what a depressing time to be me. I can't spend Thanksgiving or Christmas with my family this year, because of the rift between me and my father.

Even with all the turmoil with the Twin Towers incident, I still can't get past the "Poor Me" syndrome. I'm so selfish. Poor me. Poor whiney ass me.

Maybe it's the sickness talking right now, I don't know. I just don't see a change happening. I see tomorrow as being today, and so on. Tonight as I drove home from Taco Bell, it became clear. I am that creepy old guy. Maybe not old, but still creepy. I may have to go to the pet shelter tomorrow and pick up some cats. Oh, but I'm allergic to cat's. DAMN, I can't even do the "Creepy Old Guy" thing right!!! I'm such a fucking loser.

Diaper Boy