In less than two weeks I'll be having my 63rd birthday. I really don't feel like celebrating.

I want to vent so badly, but I'm too damn polite to say anything, even as much as things ought to be said.

I've tried to be the best person I could be to everyone but it never seems to come back to me.

I guess it is like in Lobo's song "A Simple Man"


"Why do we all make promises that we can't keep?"

"Who do you tell if you don't have a friend?"

"Why do we open our mouths and stick our foot in?"

"Why write words that we have to erase?"

"Why does everyone have more than one face?"

"These are the things that bother me,
Not a lot of things across some sea,
I don't even have a master plan,
I guess that I am just a simple man."


I'm just SO tired of the phonies, the deceitful people who drain me spiritually, emotionally, and physically.

I honestly don't think I could count my real friends on one hand, let alone three fingers of it.