Another good-bye lament

I am attempting to keep my anger from seeping onto these pages, but I just want to warn anyone looking to do me injury: don't waste your time. In the dirty strip club light shining on my existance lately, I realized that I am quite finished with people as individuals. Of course, some magnificant individual will flamenco onto this stage and change my light bulb, but for now, I'll sit back with my cigarettes and whisky, listening to Janis and Billie. Ah, Ani. "I guess that makes me the jerk with the heartache here to sing to you about how I been done wrong". Though she can't remember saying it, my mother once gave me a motto to live by: "If it's not hurting you, if it's not hurting others and it's not against your morals, then it's okay. " The emphasis is mine. I think people don't contemplate that anymore. Yes, live for the moment, die without a cent to your name, con't be another possession, but don't forget that we all have an obligation to other. If you haven't figured it out, I got the short straw this time when I didn't know there was one. Is anything ever really finished? Will it ever be left behind? (Are you noticing the theme of the ?)