Woke up late today-
It was a Sunday, and I woke up to the sounds of the Marathon cruising down Bedford.
I've been feeling differently about my situation these days.
I mean, Dan wants me to commit suicide, so he can get to heaven, but I thought wait- I'm going to die sooner or later, right?
It's not like he's damned or anything, he's just in limbo- When I die, and I will, he gets to move along- but why should I kill myself just to expidate his situation?
I mean, fuck, he was walking around Williamsburg, and he got killed by an animal. I got bit. That's it. So, why is he so much worse off than me?
I figure I can get a cage or something, and maybe buy a sheep or two, and just lock myself in the cage with the sheep when it happens, I eat the sheep, and nobody gets hurt.
I mean, Christ, you can live with AIDS and not hurt anyone, can't I live as a werewolf?