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A Moment Of Reflection Yeah I'm Still Alive Gonzo

by john-patrick-robbins-aka-gonzo

I was half hung the fuck over and feeling like total shit left to die. The booze was gone and the room looked like someone had set a bomb off in a whorehouse . The phone rang out a fucking annoying ass banshee much like a Selena Gomez record sure everyone likes spoiled little whores just not with the sound on. I answered the phone with all my southern charm. What the fuck do you want ! ? There was a dead silence when finally a voice spoke on the other end. Um MR Robbins is this a bad time? Well considering I haven't had a drink and my head feels like it was hit by a plane nobody can find yeah sure it's a great fucking time. Well MR Robbins the man continued on about shit I could care less about going through his whole pitch trying to sell me some over priced life insurance . Yeah you got to love a paycheck you'll never see newsflash after I kick the bucket I don't give a fuck if you roll me up in a carpet and toss me in a landfill . Well MR Robbins can we sign you up ? I paused just to simply to hold up the works and make you the reader say where the fuck is he going with this shit. My friend I get this is your job but the only thing certain in this existence is death and I have far better things and strippers to waste my money on than a fund for when I kick the bucket . Sure I could put money aside for a time I wont enjoy it, yeah and I could settle down get married become a regular dude who works his ass off till I retire to sit in a recliner piss myself and watch commercials about pills that'll give you a stiff dick and so many fucking side effects you'll do everything but glow in the fucking dark. There is no fucking promise of tomorrow kids so live your arse off today and fuck the future we can only know the present. I slammed the phone down and poured what was left of a dead solider in a pint glass . It was bitter and almost warm and as I chased it with a good cigarette and thought to myself as the jukebox came to life . Dam I sure hope that was a beer if not someone probably needs to go to the free clinic . Stay crazy hamsters . Gonzo
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Mar 22, 2014
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