Guys

Look, guys, I joke around a lot. It's just me. Fuck it. It's the way I talk in real life, if you were ever to meet me. But I wouldn't be much.

If you came across me on the street, you would not have a double-take. Not even.

I look so much like the average Joe that you'd mistake me for a shadow. I'm in my mind a bit better looking than a shadow, but then again, I have a tendency to exaggerate.

But it's okay. There are bargains we all make with ourselves. One of mine is a mantra that I kind of sorta pretty much try to make every single day of my life.

No, seriously. Put a stop on it. Learn when someone has just had enough of you. Shut the hell up, because in the end, your voice is going to be the last thing you hear. You have a lot of goddamn time to think about that, if you prefer to be optimistic.

Trust me.

But please do appreciate that I really don't know who you are, but you've had the patience to come by this spot and I do cry and scream but in reality, I most certainly do think of every single one of you.

Like they say, life is tough, and then you die.

But you know what? Flock?

I'll drag all of you kicking and screaming down with me when I go.

(And Christ, where on Earth did all you 44 silent people come from?)