Good morning world! It is another beautiful day in Zamunda! Birds are chirping, the sun is shining, but my bottom lip is hanging down to the floor. Now I know you’re all wondering why. Well, the reasons follow…

First, today is the 4 th anniversary of the day I checked my father into the hospital. I know what you’re thinking, “Why is that important?” Well, on this day 4 years ago, I sat in the parking lot of the hospital and knew my father would never walk back out. It bothers the hell out of me that my intuition on that day was so spot on. My father’s death was, by far, the worst thing to happen to me in 27 years of living. And while I’m not the emotional trainwreck I was immediately after he passed, I am still subject to random bouts of depression because of it. They say mourning is a process, but they didn’t say it would be like this.

Second, I’ve had a lot of time lately to reflect on my life. And while I’m not doing anywhere near as poorly as I could be, I’m definitely not where I wanna be. That bothers me. Its not like I expected my life to be extra glamorous, but I didn’t expect it to be so unbelievably craptastic (in my eyes). I know I’m still reasonably young so I still have time to achieve the life I envision, but it seems a little bit out of my reach at the time.

Third, I’m facing a situation in my life that I am somewhat unprepared for. I’ve prided myself on the fact that up until this point in my life, I’ve never been in any real trouble with the law. But now, through a bunch of random acts of fuckery, that streak has come to an end. If I was a lesser man, I would probably be standing on somebody’s ledge right now. Let’s hope that my exceptional nature will help me through the minefield ahead.

Peace and love…