Warriors Come Out And Write, or maybe I should be reading, yes definitely but I was busy fighting back sleep and losing might I add, didn’t even take an energy shot today but war leaves destruction. The Dogs Of Will
Wednesday, December 12, 2018
Episode 164 ~The Dogs Of Will~
Forgive Me Echo,
How To Make One Million Dollars, don’t fund unnecessary WARS, WALLS, and WORDS, most importantly of all, don’t pay for your WORRIES, I did plenty of that today but here’s my main reason, I don’t have a dog in any of these fights, you hear that Peta?
Anyway besides my first sin of paying for all my worries with Time, how about the War On Christmas, how I promised myself when I was a little boy that I could never permit myself to become one of those individuals angry with the holidays… What’s My Age Again, Baby It’s Cold Outside and do I have to mention PEOPLE, and I don’t mean Scrooge or the Grinch, their wars were never on Christmas itself but on humanity and situations that arose. So my second sin today is all my hatred for not only Christmas, Halloween, Independence Day (I abhor fireworks) and of course you know there is one holiday I utterly despise, one day, mainly I am the dog when it comes to that.
Speaking of the man that makes a few women’s lives worse, I found this pornstar that reminded me of that MILF I have been obsessing over… yes, Inspector Echo it’s proven difficult to maintain self-control but come on, it’s Gia Steel. Am I looking for a fight with Pinterest, forgetfulness from a friend who’s a parent, failures from another pair of pants, none of these things I should be involved in but should I obsess over Gia or Haley, count this as a third sin.
Finally let’s talk about my actual dog, my son “B III” a fourth sin, simply comparing myself to Morpheus from The Matrix Trilogy but I can only show him the door, he has to choose to walk through and if it comes to shoving pills down his throat so be it. We’re constantly fighting about his meds, I lock him up nearly every day when at first all I needed was peanut butter, but I am trying to keep him alive. If I could Inspector Echo I would take his heart murmur, I would give him my years, all the time I tell myself he’s going to live long enough to defend my wife’s belly, to have my children fighting over him, for me to finally do right, I “try.”
May you forgive me “Inspector Echo” my six sins, how I worry, the rage that the holidays bring me, my failure with my pants. The thought of being a great man of fiction; that I cannot fight this battle for my little boy, and why I should be a greater man but am I warring against The Dogs Of Will.
I Will Have No Fear