Chapter 4

Maybe I am a loser cause I was distracted all my life by my preoccupation with the logic of emotions. My sights were set on a different horizon. My feet were on a different path. My breath is death. My farts are many. My stink is stank.

Or something.

My eyes were on a distant horizon.

Was I a dreamer or was I an idiot?

Was I a fart or just a fandangle?

Was I a turd or just a dingleberry?

Does anyone give a rat’s ass?

Does reality bend?

Am I around the bend?

Aren’t we all??????!