An eye opening experience

 

I said eye-opening because, this is a confession, I don't give shit up easily, I would rather kill you than tell on you.

I am fairly unqualified to use digital electronic utensils. I'm ok with complicated analog stereo stuff but, computers, the word is a connotation for me, a little guilty feeling because I don't know enough, I have to slyly hustle info so no one knows I'm asking them anything and tries to get me. 

I am getting a lot better but I suffer when something I am used to changes fast and man, computers guarantee fast movement in the corner, easy for me to miss.....

This morning, accidentally, I found out, yesterday morning now I guess  

I don't know them but some "people" have been reading this secret blog I got here.

I actually do not know what to say. I have been suspicious but I just didn't know how to find out, my wife sneers at me and all my palavering on here so I don't talk about it with her anymore. I would, but she doesn't want to hear it.

The last time I had that hunch, there was some kind of an email or notice or something, I forget, that some hundreds of people looked at it but she said it was because I got hits(?) from google searches with any one that had "poop" in it. Makes sense to me. I felt safe, observed but only by friends sort of..... I can keep fucking around, mostly no one will know.

When I started doing this I was in a little group. Most of them have moved on but not me. I like doing this. If someone wants to give me money for any of it, go ahead and try me. No fucking ads though. EVER. 

Maybe in a thousand years someone will dig out my huffin' and puffin' here and use it to form the base of a new cult, "The Old Crippled Up Men World Rulers Society." 

Anyone with political experience prior is uninvited unless you can prove you are on the right side now.

Am I claiming that my ideas and thoughts are what could save the world and make everyone happy?

You are absolutely, in the most solid of ways, correct, I can. You have to pay me first,though, none of this international finance horseshit with terms and all that.

Now she tells me, I am back to my wife here, I better not get famous or anything. She's right. I would be bad at that. I got a big mouth and a bad temper, sometimes. 

I would Will Smith it for sure.

I might just keep this one secret, revel in my newfound fucking glory.

But, nope, not me. There is a certainty about a thing in my life, I have, or may have already, used up my issue of revelry, and yet

 I wouldn't mind some more,

but, gently.