Thank you for this fucked up spine of mine, as if life isn’t ironic enough. Thank you for the pain and this poor excuse for a body. I appreciate you having my “back” -yes, pun intended- and making sure that I have a strenuous job to fill my time which gives me juuuust enough to survive on. Thanks for not cursing me with some horrible disease where i wouldn’t be able to afford treatment..I won’t piss and mone about that..that’s for sure.
Oh and don’t worry.. I found a wife.. No need to jump in and save my sorry ass anymore. I’m sure you were about to get off your ass and help out anyways..but I got it….thanks! You’ve already done enough for me..truely. Maybe too much.. Less is more, god! Just throwing that out there. Thanks for all the good things like family and loved ones and SP..of course. But really..I’m gonna be alright on my own. But these other people.. Well they can use the help of a miracle worker such as yourself..so go on get to know some of them.. Go on, that a boy.. Good god!
I know some of you would love to turn this into a religious debate…be my guest! 😉
I leave you with these words by Andy Partridge:
“Dear God, sorry to disturb you, but.. I feel I should be heard loud and clear. We all need a big reduction in amount of tears. And all the people that you made in your image, see them fighting in the streets…cause they can’t make opinions meet about God. I can’t believe in you.”