mjnameisjjod

There i was yesterday, I had sat down with my salad and a diet coke durning my lunch hour and looked out at the Brooklyn Bridge from the cafe. I was looking down at my plastic container. i opened it up and imagined it to be a cafetria meal at a nursing home. Different day, same lunch, same way of eating lunch. I'm eating a salad with a diet coke.

For all of the shit that i've done in my life. All of the fucking near death experiences. For every time that i've run from the cops, for everytime that I've jumped out of a lover's window, here I am. I'm sitting in a lunch room eating a standard healthy lunch cause "i'm getting up there" in age. wtf.

i will not go gentle into that good night and fuck you.