here. I know it's hard to fathom such incredible good fortune happening to just one mortal soul, but I'm tellin' ya it's true. Ya gotta believe me!!!
After a few days of openin' up a can of whoop ass on my parents for losin' their house and their every last penny on gambling and a variety of scams, I could no longer take the lies, deception, denial and plain ol' craziness that comes with addiction. I could feel the psychoses seepin' into my body and I had to escape back to some sense of normalcy. Honestly, I felt as if I did everything I could for them. Now it's time for my parents to act like grown ups and figure out this situation for themselves.
I started to question why. Why in the hell would I be chosen over someone else to live on in this apocalyptic world???? I'm just a Plain Jane, a Joe Schmo, someone who doesn't stand out in a crowd. I mean I don't have any God given talents like singing, painting, athleticism, nor do I play a musical instrument. Furthermore, my professional skill set is severely limited, having chosen to give up a legal career to stay at home with my kids for the past 12 years. As far as physical attributes go, I used to have a great rack, but gravity has taken care of that. I'm quite sure those zombies would want someone much younger whose hooters stand up loud and proud.
Yeppers, we all have our unique place in this here world of ours, and it looks like I found mine amongst these zombies. One thangs fo' sho though, I'm buyin' some breath mints for the undead 'cause when them zombies laugh, their breath will knock your socks off. WHEW!!!!!!!!
In other news go check out my friend Patt Hatt's new children's book on Amazon The Honk of Zagonk. Read about it Here
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