Godlike

What' the hell makes us do some fo the shit we do? Normally I don't do anything out of theordinary... believe it or not. Byt evert biw abd then, I pulll something brilliant. Like going for a ride an the bike, when I had to walk hone 'cuz I was too tipsy to begin with.

Why does one do that? Methinlks that once one partakes of the nectar, one thinks they become a god. Hell, with sake, I KNOW I'm a god. Don't enven jack with me. I'll lightning bolt your sorry ass.

Anyway, I never ride drunk. Okay, once or twice. Seriousky. For some stupid reason , tonight, after I staggererd my way home, I decicded to hop on ye olde bike. As I rode over the rainbow Bridge to Valhalla, I knew that I had not been thinking. Nay... I'd been drinking. Not smart, but I had a few bkigging posts run through this empty skull. They were incredible... opening the gates of soul and imagination. But alas, the cool evening breeze drove all brilliance that was suppposed to flow unto thee to flow into Stillman's creek.

Do you really feel that godlike when you'ree trashed? Sometimes I thinik so. Jesus and I call each other "J" when we're hanging out. I'ts all cool. Hell, HE'S cool... tonight alone he pulles two troopers off my hind quarrters. On two seperate instances. J kicks ass... I owe him a few.

Don't know what I'm typin g now, nor do I care. Just wish that I could have sharerd those awesomw posts.... you'd have loved them. And possibly had your life changed. Or not.

Go ahead... criticize. I deserve it, and I know it. But keep in mind, shoul I be lit up by the grace of sake, and you critiquew me... let's just say walking pillar of cinders.

I'm just sayin'.

Posted by That 1 Guy at September 25, 2005 12:26 AM | TrackBack