I have spent the last 5 days without power. No running water. Alone. Quiet beyond quiet, here in the mountains of New York State.
A beautiful setting to be sure.
Ravaged by a hurricane and over a dozen inches of rain, entire towns were wiped off the map.
I have 3 downed trees. One hit the garage. No damage thankfully. Could have been much worse.
I lost some food I had in the fridge. Not a lot, but for me, any loss hurts. I have so little money.
I spent 5 nights in total quiet. Not a sound. Not a voice. Pitch black except for a small oil lamp and a candle.
I learned a lot.
I learned who my friends are.
And who are not.
I learned that my father would rather have me STAY here in the dark, than return to his house.
I learned that my ex-wife's biggest concern is still whether or not I will have the rent money.
I won't.
I will have maybe half.
Why?
Because I needed food. Water. Ice.
So sorry. I have to survive. I guess I should just starve to death to pay.
To pay
and pay
and pay
and pay
So when does it become enough?
Now.
I have changed in these last 5 days.
I am angry.
And there are those among you say that anger is not the answer.
Well, yes it is.
You're wrong.
And I will tell you why you are wrong.
Because your life is comfy. Because you have not lost on this scale or even fucking close to it.
You think I need to be calm, cool and collected.
Nope.
I need to be angry, vitriolic, and violent.
Because that is what this situation demands.
It has come down to my survival.
Something NONE of my friends can speak to. For none of you have this experience, save for those of you who went to war. (for which I will be forever grateful).
But the rest?
You live in your homes, with your jobs and your kids.
You have comfort and security. You have a life. Even a basic life, but still.
Am I bitter? Oh fucking hell yes.
I was taken to the cleaners by a woman and the courts of this state, and laid to waste. I was destroyed.
The stress killed everything I had. My job, career and future.
I spent 5 days in the dark up here in the middle of nowhere.
And I come back from that with a vengeance.
I will not yield.
An not one soul will take one more thing from me.
I am done.
If you have issue with me, bring arms.
Because I will be loaded for bear.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
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