Brain Splatter

June 5, 2005 Sunday

Ok, back in a spectacular type of fashion. I am here to lay my thing down, get off on the good foot and do the bad thing, and just generally to get funky with my monkey.
All kidding aside I am glad to be back. Not so much glad to be back here on the Webtv but just glad to be back online. Its funny how you get occustomed to not being occustomed to something. Do you know what I mean? Me either.
I don’t know where to begin so I will begin and the beginning, or at least my beginning. Yesterday was my birthday. What did you get me? Nothing! You cheap ass bastard. All I wanted was something small and special and this is what I get—fine then, be that way.
Seriously, (yes I can be serious), yesterday I turned 33 years old. I am officially older than my Mother was when she passed away. She died a month before my 13th birthday and she was 32. Needless to say that sucked all kinds of ass and I still am not over it and have really never been able to heal from it. They say that time heals all wounds but some wounds just scab over. It never really heals and can break open at just about anytime. It has fucked me up since I was a kid. That is the truth. My mom’s birthday is tomorrow June 6. So getting older, being born, and death are all kind of rolled up for me around this time. I swear to God I wish that I could forget it sometimes. I wish I didn’t have to hurt. But I do. Fuck it.

I had to get serious. I want to take this page to a level above. Above what I don’t know because at the same time I am the same I am the same old Biff. I just need a little while to get back in the mood of ranting. I miss letting my anger fly free because Lord knows I get pissed off. There is so much to be pissed off about too. Like what? Fucking taxes man!
Government taking my money to give it to some Iraqi so they can have some freedom. I can’t afford a car how much freedom do I have? I want the Army to come here and liberate me from having to work 40 hours a week and barely making ends meet. You think that will happen? Fuck no. You can bust your ass in a dead end job trying to pay your rent or mortgage and then still not be able to have enough left over to buy some beer that the government taxes into oblivion because Lord knows anything that the regular people enjoy can’t be good and has to be taxed into the ground. I say tax the golf courses and yacht clubs where the rich people hang out. Bring the troops out of Iraq or if they are going to stay there, at least take all the fucking oil then build some roads so I can drink and drive my fat American ass over the highways pay 25 cents a gallon and live free or die, motherfucker.
Laterzzz....