Bad habits

      Hello there my one and only reader, I was wondering how to treat you this time ? Maybe a short story about how too much sleep is worse than sleep deprivation or how I am trying right now to loose my smoking habit . Either one of those subjects are pretty boring , and let's face it no sane human being would give a damn on them .     So ...sticking my nicotine patch on the gluteus maximus I started the old diesel engine which powers my notebook, and began to write all the above .
      Currently I am in the same damned city where I was born, a small part of my childhood was spent on those streets , and even after 24 years the city hasn't changed to much . I am planning to take an small road trip and maybe take a small hike on a forest road , I am pretty much bored right now and my hope to find a job this year are slowly dieing .  Right now , I am feeling like I really don't need many people around , you know I have that feeling that I need to be alone , alone to find some Zen or lost inner peace .
          I will end here my silly good for nothing post , I am going to lift my persona and hover to get a coup of coffee .
        See you later my dear reader , see you later .  

        

Day 2

       Day 2 , 0251 AM,  this all seems to be a dream , I just can't wake up...how can I know what is real and what is not .
Time passes slowly while I am smoking a cigar thinking that it's bad for me , that I can still quit ... I can't ..because I am a fagot who don't want to live 80 years ... what is to be done at that age ?
Cigar is gone and now I am trying to get rid of my cat ..he tries reluctantly to sleep on my legs ... silly cat doesn't know my legs aren't pillows .
         Alice follows the rabbit trough a rabbit hole ..she falls and lands without a harm into a nightmerish realm of fantastic yet horrendous events ...
          Pills here ! screams Louis ...
Hey guess what the cat is dreaming about something...

Adverse reactions

         Here I am, standing in front of my poor ass notebook thinking what shall I do tomorrow, not realizing that is already tomorrow..fuck the time is 2:46 AM and my mr. Sandman is gone at a strip club , getting himself buzzed of with whiskey snorting some coke or raping a stripper .
         My chosen name is Jack, my real name is not important nor relevant of what mumbo-jumbo I will write here , I don't really care who will read this and I don't really care about any of your opinions . We live in an era of bytes ..having digital friends and a whole new digital life , and sincerely I am pretty much sick of this circus , I remember a time not so long ago when I didn't even had a mobile phone, when life was simple enough to write letters, when if you liked someone you would have the guts to tell that person what you felt for her . I remember the time when I walked in my own universe at my country side bare footed and enjoyed the smell of the grass , the trees and the whole fucking living nature around me . It was a time of miracles and magnets .
          Now here I am ..wondering what's the difference between a grown child and a man , asking myself questions like " what should I do with my life " ...wtf is wrong with this... I don't know what should I do with my life. Every person I meet is always asking me the same thing ..how to make money ..dudes I don't know how to make money if I knew I would not be here , probably I would be along with mr Sandman drinking my brains until neuronal collapse .
                I will end this post here ..bah.. every single pseudo philosopher ask himself what is life ...well folks life is nothing ..is just the road to certain death , there you go , problem solved . I hate big words ..so good night motherfuckers , sleep tight  and dream about boogeyman .