Hello. I was inspired by my High School friend Tom to write again. Let’s just get it out of the way…I am dying. I could be gone tomorrow or two years from now but nobody knows. In the mean time I would like to post what I think and feel.
The majority of you are just wasting time reading a blog rather than doing something productive. I will admit, I was that person from time to time. Now my biggest decision is whether to piss in a urine jar or make the trip to the bathroom. It sounds simple enough but can you really put yourself there? I surely couldn’t until recently.
I suppose I am pretty lucky. I have traveled the world, been to major events most people only dream of and I have a wonderful family.
But what I miss is confrontation. Everyone just agrees with me anymore because I am sick. I love to argue and defend a point even if I really don’t believe it has merit. Most of you will just read this and laugh…go about your day. I enjoy beating baby seals, selling Cambodian children in Central America and throwing away recyclable products. For crying out loud, somebody get mad at me.
If you truly have balls and want to actually say something then write it out. I say I will defeat anyone with any argument from any side. What is on your mind? Any topic or subject. The “dare” is on the table.
I thank Tom (and Future Tom) for giving me a forum. Future Bobo is resting in peace and Past Bobo is still smiling! Anyone?
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I just had a long discussion with my best friend George. George is a monkey and only appears to talk to me at the most inopportune times. My kids even know of George and the younger claimed to have seen him outside.
We even named our dog after him…she was a girl so it was Georgegina but I digress.
You see, George comes around whenever I screw up or do something good. I haven’t written anything for almost three years until I happened upon Tom who gave me a venue. George told me this was good and to make sure I gave him credit.
He then told me to pick at a scratch on my leg which led to two hours of bleeding. You have to sort through the weeds to find the flower with him.
When you are sick and dying you tend to give up. Just a fact of life. I sit in a hospital bed and think of all sorts of things but rarely do anything about it. In fact, George even stopped coming around for a while.
He said I depressed him. I guess I could do that to almost anyone after losing 60 lbs and being a walking pharmacy. Then it clicked….share your misery with everyone and make fun of them!
That is what I want to do. Poke at other’s misery besides my own. George said there are millions of people out there and at least 90% would love to have a go at you…testing his theory.
Worst case nobody responds and Tom is reduced to writing a teen love novel because of me. I will still be dead and the 1,000 postcards to subscribe to “Teen People” (checked with “bill me later”) I have filled out in other’s names/addresses will continue to remind everyone of me!