So this is it. Eight years ago I started this blog as a place to rant, to just say what I wanted to say.

I could
blast people. I could mock people. I could laugh. I could cry. I could be me and not worry about it. But
eight years is enough.

Tonight, I sit back and reflect on my life. Five years ago today my mom passed away. Five long years ago.
My dad had already passed away and there I was - no parents. It hits you. Hard.

I look back and have very few regrets. I have, in some way, been like my mom. Stubborn. Opinionated.
Myself. I don't care about the people who don't like me. You don't like me? Your loss. I don't care about
the people who talk shit about me. You want to talk shit? Go for it. I don't care about the people who are
just assholes. Go be an asshole away from me.

Here I sit, March 29, and after a long day, I realize this: we live in a world with a lot of bad shit because
people are so wrapped up in themselves, their phones, their computers, their video games, their whatever,
that we stopped caring about each other.

Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country, right JFK? Something
like that. How about: ask not what the world can do for you, ask what you can do for the world? Too big?
Okay. How about: ask not what Bill/Bob/Susie can do for you, ask what you can do for Bill/Bob/Susie.

You see, I may be naive, I may be dumb, I may be an idiot, but I really think a lot of our problems can be
solved if we simply learned to help each other. Wake up each day and do something good for someone
else. Try to find something that you can do to help someone else. A smile? A hug? Maybe a cup of coffee?