I'm sorry for exploding on you yesterday like that. It was awfully out of character and it was not a classy thing to do. I didn't have my Lipitor or Serotonin Uptake Inhibitors today, nor did I get to go outside. I was locked up all day studying vigorously for some upper level Bio Course. What I did was wrong, and it was a very ungracious thing to do to call you all those mean names, when you are in fact an admirable human being. It was good that you provided a reality check for an ambitious young fellow like myself. I see what you're doing and although it came off as harsh and insulting, in reality you're just trying to protect me, like you did with Hawker and Co.
Sike, I'm just f*cking joshing with you. You are a disgrace of a human being, but you already knew that. If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all, you small bully. Only thing lying in your pathetic decline of a future is creaky bones, lower libido, weaker athleticism, less passion for life, a slower memory, a transition from a good Mark to good ol' Mark to creepy old Mark who nobody wants to be friends with anymore. Got any wizdumb stacked up there boy? You ready to transition into middle age!? You ready to be an outstanding influence on the younger generation!
TOO F*CING BAD. YOu have earned 0 zero 0 credibility. All your experiences, encounters, sights, evetnts, principles and whatever you had incubating in that thick skull of yours is gone to waste. No respect for you. Zero. Zilch. Nada.
Kids and friends will hop on and listen to the words of neighborhood fellows who have higher status than you. I'm sorry it's a cold truth. You could be recollecting stories of summertime and stepping in pools of tar and how many brawds you've banged, but it's just one ear and out the other to these young chaps. Let's be honest here. You're a brilliant guy. YOu're witty. Your sports knowledge encompassing the NFL, NBA, and MLB is f*cking fantastic man. It probably exceeds Schwab level. BUT WHO's going to listen?
Meanwhile the corny azz rich white boy who lives three doors down the block will have eager kids, eyes and ears open, waiting to hear whatever comes outta his mouth. Jealousy will hit you from both sides like a lesbian threeway. Jealousy of the young up and rising artists who lay your 90s. Jealousy of the hardworking new generation. And jealousy from your own contemporaries + colleagues who have outdone you. Where do you get your validation from? Where is your pride? Where is your honor? You a good Christian boy. Nope. You a generous chap? A few 20$ bill to UNICEF DUZN'T FUKKIN COUNT. You a big d!ck playa. Nope... otherwize you would've posted nudes like B-Low.
Pretty soon you'll be a fukkin vegetable and you can call it a night, like you've always had. YIPPEE It'll be just like it was before the 1970's mannnnn.. nothing to worry about.. no stress.. no need to get up and cook yourself a healthy breakfast.. no need to stress about females.. or taxes or anything. Just nothing. No darkness. no consciousness. A quiet, silent death. A void of nothingness.
Ten years or so down the road.. How does taht sound, GOBB? A Dependent wheelchair. Every morning, every afternoon, every night... a damn C.H.O.R.E to try to get up and maintain yourself let alone head off to work. No family.. nothing of your own. Nothing accomplished. Nothing you can pass down to your descendants. Just a fukking internet messageboard has-been rotting away in Philly wasting his golden years like he did his younger years. Forgotten. Dead and gone. I'd wish good luck on you, but you wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it.
Marc *Insert Last Name Here*
He was just a dude.from Philly
1976-20__ (EAGERLY AWAITING)
Rest in Peace