I served this Booze all last week.

The run up to Saint Patrick’s day.

Which landed on a Sunday. March 17th…

Now it’s…what day is it today?

I need to keep track of myself

Otherwise I might get lost.

Here I am, holding up a bottle of Bushmills. As I stated, I served this booze all last week. A promotion for Saint Patrick’s day. Wait a sec. This Dude is not me! He’s one of my free boozers.

Here I am.

NO. That’s not me, either.

Is this me?

NO….

Ahhh…no. No. That’s not me.

Nor am I El Cid.

Maybe I’m this kinda worthless Dude.

Yeah, that’s me. Somewhere in time and space.

Here I am, slinging the rot-gut. This was me…last friday. I knew where I was. At work. I knew what day it was. March 15th…

Today, I’m not so sure.

I need help…

I think I’ll google around for help.

I googled around and came up with this:

Here are 4 ways to start a new life when you hit rock bottom.

Click on the above link and you too will have the tools to create a whole new life.

It’s that easy.

I plan to check it out myself soon as I sink from bottom to ROCK BOTTOM.

Today I’m happy to float just above bottom.

Aboard Scruffy, my aged trawler. Me and the family.

But what the fuck day is it?

Okay. I figured it out. I heard it on the radio.

Today is the first day of Spring

I made it.

I made it through the slump of winter. The storms. The hard rain and wind and cold ass days and nights. I made it. Scruffy made it. The gulls made it. It wasn’t that big of a deal, this last winter. The bad ass one we had the year before? That was a big deal.

So now where am I?

I’m in Spring. A time, traditionally, of renewal.

Grass is growing high.

Alley mud puddles drying up.

Vernal Equinox tonight.

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I guess it’s good to know what day it is. I’d like to feel today is a day of renewal for old Gloomy. I’m hanging out at the office right now. Writing. Working on this blog. I’m not just hanging. Like Bob does. Bob just hangs.

Every day is the same for Bob. He comes and sits and does nothing. Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not judging him. I envy him. I wish I could just sit and do nothing all day.

I wish I could be a nothing.

My Sis, a Jehovah’s Witness, believes that a thoroughly just God will alone determine whether a person deserves to sleep forever in nonexistence or live again in a future better world. Both of my Sisters believe this. I’m not judging them. I respect them and their religion. In fact, I’m inclined to believe my sisters are right. They just may be right! And if that’s the case, my choice would be to sleep forever in nonexistence rather than live again in a future better world. In fact, I’m kinda looking forward to nonexistence.

I’m even wishing for it!

Living in a future better world aint my style.

I dislike people. Especially perfect or near-perfect people. The more perfect a person is, the more I dislike them. I’m getting a little sick to my stomach at the moment just thinking about people. I need a pleasant image to calm my stomach.

That’s better. I’m feeling better. Maybe one more image.

Okay. Now I’m feeling way better.

Maybe throw in a mummy dealer.

There you go. Now I’m feeling a whole lot better!

For the time being, I’m stuck living

And things aint so terribly bad. They are. But it’s Spring. At least it’s Spring.

I’m a huge fan of Spring.

I think I’ll head back to Scruffy and bail all that winter rain out of the bilge. Then sit around and do nothing, like Bob. Await the spring equinox…try and forget my problems for a while…cuz what’s the worst that could happen?

I could get my wish.