“If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose”
- Charles Bukowski
Time ticks slowly, like our hearts before a flatline, yet it doesn't take us long to realise that New Year's around the next corner. Wow! The year has definitely flipped the script on us and given us all the shitty roles in this romcom. A romantic comedy. That's the average storyline mother nature gives birth to. Some of us are lucky enough to be the hero or heroine who kicks some serious ass and gets the girl (or guy) like in those classic Die Hard films, where Bruce Willis's head still had hair and didn't look like an oversized dick on legs (no offence to Bruce fans, he's a great actor).
The year's events have become a blur to most of us...we can only speak of these memoirs, but oddly, it's hard to find the image. If you're trying to find the image to reminisce, let me remind you that 2011 has been playing the part of a serial rapist giving rufees to everyone of us. Why was this year so "chilled"? Why have we suddenly woke up at the brink of 2012? So many questions, but life's too short to dwell on the past and besides, some Mayan bitch spoiled the surprise and told us that, this would be our last year.
However, that's not the fucking point. The point that has been driving us insane, is the extremely cold whether conditions in the Republic of Lonlieness a.k.a.; One Man a.k.a.; Empty Bed a.k.a.; Dry Spell. Some of you Cupid victims have been enjoying the spoils and riches of sex, lust, pleasure and the deadliest being, love. Now, that's all mighty fine and fucking dandy for you lot, but always remember that you could've been one of us...Stray Cats. (More on that particular topic, maybe later)
So, I say to all my friends...everywhere: let's have one more drink and we'll say cheers as the bar, 2011, closes and 2012 opens.
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