The disorder diaries : trip around the sun

                       I started this about a year ago...well almost.Surprising isn't it ,how time goes by? Time...the worthy adversary,as old as fuck and as wise as the universe itself, and perhaps, the closest we'll ever come to "God".Time, the only thing the world has to offer and the only thing we cannot afford. Time, the bastard child of infinity, always ticking  and tocking as if counting (down?) to some cataclysmic oblivion  or  divine beginning or..... maybe ....well..nothing at all, who knows? Only time can tell ! Time,the greatest of levelers because sooner or later it catches up with you...doesn't it?
                                                    So where was I,before i started ranting about time? Right ! A (almost)year ago,I typed in my first entry.I hated it instantly. I read it and re-read it a million times.I couldn't comprehend, the words were in my head but when i put them down to effect,it seemed very ...well...unaffected.It was as if, what mirrored in my words was not me but a person trying to be me...and rather unsuccessfully, if i may add.I gave up trying to convince myself,hit Delete and put my literal aspirations aside.A few thoughts and several days later I realized that there was this corny part in me,the one that wanted to write poems,stories and passages about love,drugs,growing-up pains,mid-life crisis,heart-breaks,hopes and dreams, shit like that (mostly heart-breaks at that point of time,because I was going through a bad break-up) and to deny this corniness in me was to deny myself the satisfaction of well....whatever it is that I'm doing here.So i said "fuck it" and stepped right back into the ring.Okay,granted that I didn't ...you know...make like Will Shakespeare or Stevie King or J.D.frikkin Salinger or even anybody whose work has ever been published,it felt good. I got some good reaction...and although most of the people who read me are my buddies (so i guess it doesn't really count).....but like i said "fuck it", they (you) are the people i write for/to and if they're happy, so am I.Amen.
                                 And lo, here we are again Dear Reader.A year has come to pass (almost).I hope time has been kind to you as you have been to it.And as we come full circle and back to square one,I thank you for humoring me and above all,I thank you for your precious time. It's been real!!!
                                            So let the snare drums roll once again, dust your top hat and your three piece suit, twirl your baton and wave your banner. Welcome back to the parade.
                               Walk with me, Dear Reader,We have miles to go.

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