02/02/2018
I hate to be smarter than those around me…nope, nope, no I don’t. I am not waiting until my key is in the ignition to show you the difference my head makes. I am simply working against a much larger, greater work force in size, and a greater budget. I do not have super powers that enable me to work through work loads of months and months, and years and years in a matter of less than a day.
Plus, I was made violently ill yesterday morning. I thought I was going to have to go to the hospital. But, I would have been too sick to call 911, and the best part is no one would have even known I had passed.
BTW, Happy Birthday Tommy…I mean, Jim Carrey.
Enough about me, whoops…sorry, I almost ran you over at the conference table Stan Lee, AFLAC. You are much younger than your age. Who has an interview with a blonde Jake Gyllenhaal and Ellen Page? Me.
I have been saying this over and over in my head, no one can understand what it feels like to have company or guests 365/24/7 which is what this experience is like. It not only feels like I have company that I have to cater to, speak to, and share things with, but that literally are sitting on my head, feet on my shoulders, crushing my brain, and draining me of every bit.
Can you imagine having to live with company every day, every moment, year after year? I doubt you can.
Also, the rumor that James Franco and I ever dated is a hoax. It is a made up lie. He was never here. He was never in the room. And, I absolutely could…wipe the floor with him. I am not intimidated for a moment.
So, Joe Bonamassa, thanks for the relief from the pain it will pay off down the road, another day. Second intro’s or meets can be somewhat ordinary, but not to stress. I will not take it to heart as I did the other day.
I could go on and on every day eight hours a day for years and barely scratch the surface of these last few years. Let alone all the memories of the life that brought you all to me to begin with.
However, yet again, every week is the same thing. I have one day where I am up all night, all day, and all night again. To keep me from working. Not to mention the kind of stress it places on my body and my mind which I know everyone believes is indestructible. Everyone acts as though it is not delicate grey matter that could be forever damaged with no return. Which is why in my trying to understand why I have been placed here in this exact same surroundings and situation as I was in Plant City (PC). The only exception being that home was my own, but the surroundings were exactly the same as here. I mean I have been here going on six years now, and I have not one memento, memory, or homey detail that I didn’t already bring with me here. That says a great deal right there. This house has not been lived in because it is not a house, nor is there a future in it. So, in trying to understand why someone would force me into utter forever loneliness without friends, my family, or a real man who actually loves me and touches me, I said to myself, they must have found an illness of some sort. There has to be an explanation as to why it is impossible for me to be in the real world like every one else. For I do not see a truthful reason for any of these lost years of my life.
For me, I am still staring out the second story of the hospital windows waiting for my life to begin.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 