They said we had every chance but how could we not fuck it all up?
I remember grade school and beginning to notice that I was the only kid sitting alone. I remember high school and starting to notice that not much had changed since I was six years old.
Yeah, every chance. I look back on my teenage years, then that brief post-adolescence before the big 21 where everything is confusing and crazy and fast.
You know, if I had known the future, played the right hands, I could be one of those normal people. You know. The ones in offices, the trendy fucks buying clothes and watching these snide television shows about trendy fucks.
Yeah, I could be making money, fucking a nice, vapid girl, DRIVING. But fuck no, man. You get alot of forks in this road. I didn’t take the forks that required tedium, effort, a certain endurance for the frivolties and travails of society.
I THREW THAT SHIT OUT THE WINDOW.
What I need is adventure and excitement. I’m poor jedi material. I took the fork that led to unknowns. I dropped out of high school because I hated it, I dropped out of the jobcorp because I hated it, and whatever foothold I could get on going to a small local college… fuck that, I can’t sit still for an hour. I can’t even commit to showering on a regular basis.
My animal is an outside animal. The smell of air and dirt. I like civilization, but I hate society. Society is all you fucks who got enough of a degree of normalcy in your first years. I was treated like an animal, and an animal I become.
You see; dogs, coyotes, wolves. I thought I was a coyote. I think I was wrong. I am the wolf-man, and my next expedition will turn me into a wolf.
I like the urban areas. Cities are alive. But I’m not a blood cell. I’m bacteria. The white blood cells stop me all the time, wondering why I’m in the body, why come I no convert.
I can’t beleive these people live like kings, in estates with diamond rings. I’m a raaaat, rat on a mission. I’m on your front lawn, under suspicion.
Yeah, fuck society.