Ode to Ben's Previous Post

So as I sit here in my pajamas, staring blearily at the world as it comes at me from my monitor, water occasionally dripping down the inside of my walls due to the dodgy flooring in the kitchen directly above my room, I sit, and wonder if I'm tired of life.

But the answer is no. Even when life is being a bastard, like that tricky bastard who sits and hides and waits for you to come past then jumps out and yells "SURPRISE!" and makes you almost crap your pants, he's still an interesting person, and you still want to get him back, not just give up. Friends, those people that try to hide their identities in illustrious ninja costumes and capes and shit, they're really nothing more than a bunch of wankers just like you who want to have fun, rock out with you, and above all, they want to be a part of your life, they want to be close like brothers, but without the bitching, nagging, whinging brother shit that goes on. Money is fucked up, and I never have enough, but you know what, I still love spending it and it makes life that little bit more interesting. Sure, it'll make those hookers around the street corner look at you like your made of solid gold, but hey, they're not going to get any of this, because this is high class, this right here. I'm not tired of life, I love the thrill of backstabbers, bitches and bastards. I love having friends who will me to do so much stupid shit that in 20 years I'm going to look back and the embarrassment of that time if going to come flooding back. I love drinking with my brothers in arms, rocking to the beat of the DJ's spinning. But I AM tired of having not enough money to get to TAFE and back in my car...that sucks...

And as I sit here, trying to rip on my wise brethren, the illustrious BJ Bullivant, I'll look at the blinds that prevent me from seeing the horizon and hear the whisper "hey, you did you hear about the blind circumciser?"...

Luis