Dear World,
It has been quite an interesting stay here, but I feel I must be on my way.
I've always been quite anxious about overstaying my welcome. An overthrow
of too many years on the boards.
Whilst here I have met some truly beautiful people, by beautiful I mean in
spirit, who have inspired me and been kind to me. Most are dead now and I
miss them deeply.
Unfortunately, I have also met an abundance of cunts who have left me broken
in spirit and in pocket. Horrendous people whom not even Mr. J. Christ,
formerly of Nazareth, could find it in his heart to forgive. Their actions
discredit everyone and they think the human race is some perverse sporting
event where someone has to win by any means necessary and every other
person has to lose. When I discovered this truth I sold my running shoes
and took a seat in the bleachers. The only thing those deluded competitive
bastards have won is a place in hell. Their names are on the doorlist.
And what's with the fucking weather? Earthquakes, tidal waves, volcanic
eruptions, tornadoes, torrential storms and bullshit vomiting from my TV
set every night?
You can also stick your cooking shows, and your expert political analysts
explaining the politics of the day to me via their own fucking bias agendas,
up your arse! If you have one?
It's enough to send a person mad.
And how come after many thousands of years some people still judge others on
the shade of their skin? Are you kidding me? Evolution? Zip. The other day
I saw a prejudiced old cunt walking a black dog that he called "Sweetie"!
So, racism doesn't apply to the shade of animals, only people? Well let's
look at each other as animals and we might learn to be kinder.
Beam me up, Scotty. There's very little intelligent life down here. The
proof of that is aliens may fly past us but there's no way they
want to make contact with barbaric rednecks. They've seen what we do to
each other. What the hell would we do to little green aliens?
But don't get me wrong, dear World. I have enjoyed some aspects of my stay
here. Mainly the simple things. Coming home to a warm meal and a happy
family; an open fire; being able to help a friend in need; the blissful
ignorance of youth; the look in someone's eyes when they believe in you; the
beautiful lies of lovers; and the true love of parents who allowed me to be
me, even though they must've known the price that would eventually cost.
I walk through crowds every day on city streets and all I see are the long
faces of the disappointed. As though each face is one big teardrop.
The world has certainly been an interesting place to visit. Just not sure
I can live here.
(c) Frank Howson 2019
Photograph by Vanessa Allan.
