7/28/12

Friends vs. Frenemies

When I was arrested way back when, I thought I had lots of friends and family who won't show support and essentially stick up for my character and that I was WORTH something to them.

Instead, as the world and everything in it that I loved was taken from me, I couldn't find but a few people who really gave a shit about at all. I was in the pits of absolute despair. If I was the suicidal type, I would have done it. But sorry to all you haters, I am the happy-go-lucky type and, while I don't fear death, I don't see how murdering one's self is all that smart of an idea. But I was hurt. Part of me died in that time.

Now we are here eight years later, and I am nearing my parole date. ALL of a sudden, people who I realized didn't give a fuck about me or my situation are now just "oh-so-concerned" about me, how I have been, am I going to come to their stupid fucking party, etc...

Guess what? I am fine, no thanks to any of you who were so conveniently avoiding me when I was at my worst time in life. And guess what else? IF you think you matter one bit to me, have I got news for you. FUCK OFF.

No, you don't get to be a part of my life. No, I won't come "catch up" on things. No, we will not be reliving old memories over a Brewski. Fuck you.

I have found out who my true and real friends are—the ones who DID visit, the ones who DID write, the ones who DID lobby for mercy from the court. The ones who said, "We want you in our life," and PROVED it. Those are my friends.

I have seen the face of evil and it is Der State and Der Polize State and my hell-bitch of an ex.

I have seen the face of God reflected in my good friends and new friends.

I have seen true love, in the motions of a few WONDERFUL people.

And I have seen the truth about how far off-course our society has become, by how many of those frenemies walked away from me as God as they said, pretending my life or pain was unimportant.

Well, frenemy of mine, what makes you think you are at all important to me now? Fuck you.

I am the Rocketman. I was born on the 4th of July. My boosters are fueled, the cape is counting down, and I am about to shoot back up into the atmosphere. I am remote, rejuvenated, ready for anything. And I am not going to look back as I fly away this time. 1740 coming down! :D

God bless America and my friends!
Love to you all—

Andy