In about a little over a weeks time, I shall be turning an even 20 on the age scale. A pretty ripe yet soiled figure, if you ask me. Indeed, it has been twenty years! This number ‘twenty’ holds no particular significance to me, hence the fairly modest ignorance towards the 9th of December this year. I sincerely look forward to no celebrations of any sort, no fabricated wishes or ostentatious presents.
Ha-Ha! Who am I kidding? I talk so as if I had ever been previously victimized by the excessive coverage of a birthday. Gonads to everyone!
In all actuality, this matter is of the least concern to me. I shall make myself more scarce. Even more “actually”, this entire brawl of words has spurred from a nothing. A nothing of thought, a nothing of feeling, a nothing of existence!
Time to gargle into the night. Only a delinquent writer chooses to strum a few mindless words at 1am in the morning.