Tattoo's blog: "Life"

Welp, Folks. I've seen shit, done shit, heard shit, tried shit. smelled shit, touched shit, kicked shit, tasted shit, wiped shit, talked shit, dealt with shit, and just plain ol' stomped 'round in shit, more times than anyone I know of. I did not take the straight and narrow path, nor did I walk the trail less traveled. No Sir and No Ma'am! I'm not a choirboy. I chose the long, curvy, rocky, sad, winding, hard, lonely, confusing, grueling, painful, bumpy, hilly, and sometimes damn near impossible road. Mistakes? Yep. Millions. Stop signs? Pffft! I ignored every single one of them. Was I stubborn? Very! I was a bulldozer. A shark. A sharkdozer. Maybe? I lived hard & fast. I loved hard & fast. Very hard & fast. I gave my loyalty to those that earned it. I was a true lone wolf. I was never in a gang. No one ever had my back. I fought my own battles, and I cleaned up my own messes. I went to the dark side. (They have no cookies, just so'ya know) and loved it there. I went to the edge many times, and always, somehow, found my way home. I blazed right down Main Street, USA, and dared anyone to stand in my way or to try to beat me. I'm uncool, unattractive, unneeded, unwavering, unimpressed, unwanted, unapproachable, uninspired, unforgiving, unstoppable, unapologetic, untamable, and unlovable. Whatthefuckever. I'm still rollin'. Whether I was up or down, I always kept putting one of my big feet in front of the other. But, no matter what I did, no matter what decision I made, be it good or bad, right or wrong, it brought me to the place I am today. Right smack dab here. I'm hard to get to know, and I'm even more difficult to understand. I am dirty. I am broken. I am a mess. I am me, built by me, taught by me, owned by me, and finally, for once in my life, happy to be alive, and happy to be...ME! I'm a king, without a Queen. I've looked for only one thing my whole entire 59 years, and, even though I never found it, I do not consider even one second of my life a failure. A ton of lessons? Ummm, hell yeah! Absolutely! Many, many, many, many lessons. Slam me down on the concrete lessons. Rattle my brain lessons. Tough lessons. Knock me smooth out lessons. No worries. I always jumped my skinny, white, ass up off the stool, and answered the bell. No. Matter. What. I know of no other way. It's been a helluva ride though. Wow. I'm ok with who I've become. Now, onto the metamorphosis that's badly needed for this last chapter and my new post-surgery life. YeeHaw! Yay! Yippee! (Insert fake enthusiasm here) The one where miracles do happen daily, but magic never does. A world without magic is a very uneventful place to live. Yawn. Y'uns will hafta just trust me on that one. Y'all be cool. Peace!