I just don't give a PHUCK (C) Redman

I'm really trying not to really try...at any and everything. It takes a great amount of effort to not exert any amount of effort to not giving a sh*t but rest assured, I'm a master of that craft and I will not let myself (or you down). I would give you a simple middle finger but I don't feel like lifting my hand, so hopefully in passing you'll see my evil eyes and take the hint

I just don't give a PHUCK (C) Redman

I'm really trying not to really try...at any and everything. It takes a great amount of effort to not exert any amount of effort to not giving a sh*t but rest assured, I'm a master of that craft and I will not let myself (or you down). I would give you a simple middle finger but I don't feel like lifting my hand, so hopefully in passing you'll see my evil eyes and take the hint

The Break Up Letter

This is a letter that I found in a book of stuff I wrote in 1991-1992. It's a short yet rather to the point break up letter. Sadly it's 20 years old and I cannot recall who I wrote it to or if I even wrote it for myself. I say this because I was quite the romantic scribe for a few of my friends. So it's very well possible that I wrote a break up letter for someone else...

But anyway,it's written on both the front and back of two Post-It notes and while it is not long by any stretch of the imagination,it speaks volumes as to where my emotions and writing style was at the age of 15. I found it today and was just thrown aback at how poetic it appeared to be. Now if only I could find who the intended recipient of the letter was.

The note reads as :

All I can ever be to you is a fleeting memory. While I wish to be more, I know when the odds are stacked against me. I'll bow out before I'm left with feelings of hatred, despair and envy. We had a good run but I'm walking out at a pace that I can control and while my head is still at an angle that can be considered up.

Take care and (I'll ) see you in passing.

Forget what you think or heard about me, at age 15, I was a literary force with which to be reckoned.

~fin