Thursday 28 January 2016

It Couldn’t Hurt


So this is writers block. Cool! I guess I am officially a writer.

Strange that to become a writer I have to get to a point where I can’t write. That makes as much sense as most things I suppose. The Kardassians, Donald Trump, how a bank can make 5 billion dollars profit and have their stock drop because it wasn’t six million. How real assholes can be madly successful and saint like people suffer through life. Why we first world people complain about not having enough and those with nothing are thankful for the little they do have.

Life is crazy!

Don’t get me wrong, I intend to stay a pampered first world citizen, but I think I can retain my membership if I develop a tiny conscious. We just got back an investment statement today and because of a downturn in our economy, we lost ten times the average annual income of the Central African Republic. I don’t consider myself rich or even well off, just an average Canadian retired guy that made some very lucky choices in life. I thank God that I don’t live in that African republic.

Well, I guess I should go and get my beauty rest, it couldn’t hurt.

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