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Iran and North Korea want nuclear power and here I am wishing to wake up from a coma to find the landscape obliterated and filled with zombies.  I guess I really don't wish that.  To be honest, my fat ass wouldn't survive long in a world of flesh-eating,  mutated humanoids.  I have no cardio.

 

Bus driving didn't work out for me.  Didn't like the hours.  Now, I'm gainfully employed by the federal government as a Postal Employee.  I guess if someone was to ask me if they've made a movie about my life, I can always point out Kevin Costner to them.  To be honest, yet again, My life would be too boring for a movie.  I guess that's about 85% of the population.  Those that say that there is such a thing as reincarnation, also say they were a King, Queen, Joan of Arc; I say that if such a thing was possible, I would probably be some serf toiling under the Sun, working for a master who's fucking my wife.  I guess my kids wouldn't be my kids by blood, but they would be mine to raise.

 

Turns out that the hopes and aspirations I had have slowly begun to fade away.  Not really fade because if they were fading, I wouldn't be so affected by the loss.  They are simply being left by the side of the road, forgotten, thrown away, dispatched.  I so saw myself somewhere different than where I find myself.  I never thought that I'd have to worry about keeping my ideas to myself, surrounded by people who believe in the socialistic organizations that say they are there to help them.  Without Union support, you're nothing more than a duckling whose lost its mother duck on the side of the road:  Lost and alone to fend for yourself.  They probably would have made or tried to make life difficult.  Or maybe I've seen too many movies.

 

I'm really not sure what will become of me.  All I know is that pocket-pool hurts and sucks after a while.  My life was a masturbatorial dream.  Now, welcome to reality.