Must Be

Iam stirring my aged cold glass of scotch in circular motion with the tiny plastic straws thinking many years passed me by and for a while I did not notice it. It is like waking up only to find out it's not 1996 but 2010. I'm pretty damn sure Iam not dreaming not to mention it feels more like a nightmare. I can see the marks the sun left on my face and the traces of the chemicals are more evident each day. I try to keep living each day like is the last one for many nights but things have change. Yesterday is here. Today is gone and tomorrow is not far away. I'm not afraid of what i do but I feel tired and worn. Disappoinment and no regrets feed my famished mind each day. My journal is full of empty pages ready for a thousand words. I'm not sorry for what i say or where I go. I'm going to travel and learn new things simply because this place is suffocating me. I'm not ready to be tamed. Being domesticated or sucking the dick of this cruel country is not an option either. I'm turning pages and opening cages. So thanks again to all my friends may be it's because of you I didn't noticed time passing me by. By the way, since time keeps playing tricks on me I can't promise a quick return. My next glimpse at my new life might end up being a stare. And when I start suffocating I will resurface for air. There is a better place. There must be.

I'm currently working on some new stories. So if you are wondering where's the new material? Well I'm slowly working on it,no pressure. I'm tired and worn and typing with one finger so relax and read some Norman Mailer or get a new tailor.
One thing I've learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that.
Norman Mailer