I can be one funny dude

I am back. I just received a comment from somebody named Anonymous. Anonymous, what kind of name is that anyway? Anonymous, posted a comment about Jehovah's Witnesses, divorce and lawsuits from and on behalf of their children when they have refused medical treatment for their children based upon their religious beliefs. The comment is cool, but it was from my post "What's a false prophet got to do to get a drink around here?" in October.

A comment from a post six months earlier, how is my drug and alcohol addled mind supposed to recall what I had written? I went over that post. I suggest that you do as well. In fact, go back to that post and the previous couple as well. As I read it, it made me giggle again. I can be one fucking funny dude. I am truly demented, perverted and twisted in the most delightful way.

I am wondering where that comment has come from. It was so out of the blue and well past my attention span. I really do have to go to my archives and pull out the gems. I may have a book there. A book with no plot, but a book. It would be like having a conversation with me.

To those who know me, and those who do not, a conversation with me, I think, ends up being like a collage. Many ideas, thoughts and stories are told but not conventionally coherent. I leave it for the listener or reader to put the pieces together as they see fit. That way, I become interactive, with no two people coming away with the same meaning. It is cool, but it may be infuriating to some. Also, it means that much of what I say and think can be taken out of context, leaving me to be judged. What do I care?

There is my insight for the day. Then again, I could be full of shit and completely delusional. Put that in your pipe and smoke it. With that I must bid you all a fond adieu. Ciao!