I see past the bullshit now. I see past the lies, the deceit and the games. I see up the tallest mountains and down to the bottoms of oceans. I see all the way into space, and I can tell you there’s nothing there. I’ve seen more horrible nightmares than Tim Burton and more loving embraces than Nicolas Sparks. And I’ve seen the NFL draft.
I’m past the point of caring about the nothingness that the suits in Bristol have been telling me are important. Their timid, phony logic no longer holds water. I’m done with all their trite, tired thoughts on things that are inconsequential. I’m even done with Bud Light.
The trivial whereabouts of where people work and play no longer has relevance in my life. I’m out there, in the ether. And I’m not wearing pants.