You know, when I\u2019m holding a pencil and my hand hurts and I don\u2019t have a computer to type in because last Thursday I got drunk and walked away from my laptop in the park? Run-on sentence. You probably don\u2019t know. I\u2019ll tell you what happens, and you act incredulous. I\u02bbll try not to say the things alcohol would say. But you can\u2019t tell the truth and tell people what they want to hear. Am I happy? Fuck no. Are you happy? I don\u2019t know anyone who is happy for the next five minutes after they smile. It\u2019s an inconvenient truth how much it hurts to open your eyes in the morning. I look at my son. I look at my daughter. And there is a true respite, however brief. Then my son cries because something hurt him. What is the correct response? Kill what did it? Here\u2019s the truth about life. It\u2019s mostly really boring. Some good shit happens that you planned for, some happens just because. And some shitty things happen. It can\u2019t be avoided. People lie. People die. Nihilism is an easy choice. It\u2019s very easy to wander, and the conclusion that nothing matters is within arm\u2019s reach. You know, I look into my girlfriend\u2019s eyes, even after a fight, even after she just said, \u201cI\u2019m not your girlfriend.\u201d In her weird European accent. And it makes me smile. Those eyes are so beautiful even when they\u2019re crossed. You know what? No matter how much I hope for the contrary? I will die. Everyone I love will die. And if I\u2019m alive when it happens, I won\u2019t like it. What are you going to do?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You know, when I\u2019m holding a pencil and my hand hurts and I don\u2019t have a computer to type in because last Thursday I got drunk and walked away from my laptop in the park? Run-on sentence. You probably don\u2019t know. I\u2019ll tell you what happens, and you act incredulous. I\u02bbll try not to say … <\/p>\n