I love every minute of it.

It’s not luxurious, it is not posh, but it is the life I have been given.

sixty dollars worth of booze later.

throwing credit to a stranger I haven’t seen in ten years.s

His face and belly representing the years of neglect.

What sort of mess did I throw myself into?

I spent cash I didn’t know I had.

Nothing is certain that is clear.

Pays fall short but decor rides high?

An interesting predicament anyone can relate too.

My brother might die.

That is something.

My older brother,

Someone I hated.

Someone I despised,

Might be cursed.

A malfunction of genetic code.

AND now there is a tumor IN His neck?

Shit.

Oh to understand the great meaning of it all.

why would life exist if it were to be mediocre?

Yet here I am spitting words into the nothingness of attention.

Thanos snapped his fingers and removed half of everybody.

What would you do if the gauntlet trapped your fingers?

A life with out restrictions is useless.

Purpose.

i=I

Imaginerary equals reality.