"Well, what I did today was to write a bunch of smack in my notebook instead of postin' it all up on facebook. That way, if I done get killed, my notes can be published,...what do they call it? Post-humously,"
David thought to himself.
"Anyhow, it has been really weird lately, and I is a fixin' to lay low, and generally behave myself. Some folk don't take too kindly to no jokes, and they certainly don't like to be made a fool of, especially by someone like me who they don't consider to be worth a dang anyhow," David continued.
"My Lord, alcohol sure does get me into trouble at times. That whiskey is the main culprit that does do it. Man, o man, that stuff makes some truth come out that I don't want to say, but since I am drunk, it just comes out anyhow. I guess and reckon that that is all part of the fun, I suppose, " David reflected.
"Gosh darn it, I sure am in a heap of trouble, and I don't know how to git myself out of it. I could stop existing, like some would want me to, or go away, but I also think some people ought to move to North Dakota. Maybe they would be happier there, " David pontificated.
"All I knows is that I just wants to be an artist, and I is one, no doubt about it. Some think I am a bad artist, or not very good, but I beg to differ since I seem to have the ability to produce paintings that people actually shell out hard-earned money for. So I don't know what the fuss is all about," David reasoned.
"Damn, well, I can't give up now. In fact, I'm just gettin' started. I can't be blamed for trying to survive in this world. What am I supposed to do, nothing, and just be homeless? Sheez, you do a little work right in front of people, and they get all huffy and such. I'm just doing my thing, nothing wrong with that," David sussed up.
"To spy on people who spy, well, that is all a game. I still think it is funny. I find it rather hilarious. People with nothin' to do, in everybody's business, examining what they do at every minute, and then when I do the exact same thing to them, they want to beat me up. It figures, I'm always the one that gets the short end of the stick and scapegoated and all that. At times, it don't seem fair it all. But as long as it is all in fun, I don't see no harm in anything. Maybe some people just need a vacation, or a break. Maybe a movie, instead of sipping wine every night and judging people. I mean, there are parks in the city where people can sit, look up at the sky, and say, "Man, life is good. Maybe I shouldn't be so condescending to people, and treat folk better, and stop being a paranoid person, all pent up, and such," David stretched out.
"I guess if it was another day in time, maybe I would get lynched or shot in the back like they used to do. That is how they used to deal with folk they didn't like much," David reflected.
"I just don't see how it can be a museum of tolerance, where one guy gets singled out. That just don't seem right. It is like they want to run me out of town, at least. And for what? So that they can pick up on girls without anybody gettin' in the way? Sheez. I mean, there are tons of places to meet women. You can't put all your eggs in one basket anyhow, no how," David mused.
"I guess it all don't matter anyways...I mean, I just want to live my life, and so does everyone else. But when I see a bunch of old men hovering over some young ladies that are just minding their own business having a nice conversation over a glass of wine, it makes me ill. I mean, girls should be left alone, unless the company is cordially invited. I can't help but feel a little protective. I guess the girls know what they are gittin' into when they enter that place, but no sooner do they sit down but that they are hounded by the wolves. It ain't a pretty sight, " David mulled over.
"I do try to mind my own business, but it is kind of hard when people are in mine. Haha, people who dislike me a lot are always lookin' at my art, seein' what I am up to, sheez. Can't they just leave me alone? My word and my god!" David exhaled.
"Well, I guess that is all I feel like sayin' right now. I could write more, but I have some online gamin' to do, " and with that, David turned off the bloggin' website, another thing that has gotten him into trouble with certain folk.
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