Ben Stiller, great commedy actor and I was watching yesterday one of his movies. For about 20 minutes.
To summarize it, it was a dark commedy about this 40´sh year old man that has a stable job,
son going to the university,good wife, but he asks himself what has he really done with his life.
He´s miserable right?
I ask myself, what have I done with my life. I´m blessed. I´ll keep this short and to the point.
I have been blessed with the art of writing, which I´m pursuing day in day out today. Yet I screw up.
(when I say the words ¨srew up¨ I´m talking about my alcohol addiction¨)
The novel I´m writing takes forever. Forever and a half.
Through hard mental work I´m sober for now. Interestingly some american pshychologists,
consider alcohol-drug addiction a mental problem.Don´t know about that but maybe.
My body is a wreack, literally, start from the pancreas,liver,back pain,arthritis on my left hand,
two throumbus near the heart so I walk 50 meters and I´m tired, and… there are more but I forgot.
Trying to keep this under the 300 hundred words. Which probably Will fail.
My mother did kick me out when I screwed up in college, so
I joined the Spanish Legion. I´m proud of that. With the bad and ugly.
I have had any kind of job you can name, name one, I probably have done it. Even homeless
I´m proud to have my little room in a bad town, full of criminals and I was one of them once,
got out of that life and I saw the world of writing, I´m proud of that too.
I´m proud to re engange with my familly, proud to write, proud to live happy, proud to
get up early do the little exercises I can with my ¨great body¨, hey that is ladies!
you had to see me in my prime….wooooooosa!
I´m just proud of the big things like having spent 5 days literally braking my back to get
my mothers big garden fixed since she wants to sell that house so obviously the better it looks
the better. Proud to have been with her through her almost death experience with cancer.
I never thought at one point I was going to make it until 25, passed that, and at 30 whith the pancreas
they put me in a induced comma, after I seemed to survive I asked the nurse point blank
what where the chances of me living. She said 50-50, got it. No worries really.
But I am proud of living in a shit hole, living and writing in a computer,
,familly and 5 friends that I have.
More than enough for me.
I couldn´t watch that BS movie of Ben Stiller. Tell me a joke, Jeeesus.
And where did the fucking proofread in WordPress go?
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.