cdekart

It has been 1350 days since I last self medicated with alcohol. Everything that is said about recovery is true. Not using is the easy part. Learning to focus my obsessive nature into healthy behavior is the actual work. My therapy these days is to ride my bicycle REALLY fast, and in a manner that would make Evil Knievel himself stand back and yell, “Jesus Christ! That guy is a Fucking Lunatic!” That is why what follows is probably closer to manic Gonzo Journalism than to a balanced and thoughtful observation, but again, this is how I do the work. Enjoy:

The best aspect about going full on HEALTHY Wacko Maniac is coming to the realization that my intensity and my Lust For Life was never the problem, and most importantly, I am capable of refusing to being pigeonholed as, “A Lot,” or, “Extra” or even, “Too Much”, by fair weather fowl, candy ass settlers, apologists, the morbidly mediocre, fundamentally inferior, short sighted, small pond thinkers, those that are averse to adversity, traitors, tourists, revisionists, naysayers, doubters, sycophants, complacent fools, sleepwalking zombies, conformists, stagnant unimaginative dullards, chicken shits, the uncommitted and uncourageous, and most importantly, the disloyal, soulless, and rudderless fickle groupies and hanger ons that have no personality, opinions, or character of their own, and are only capable of imitating, and assimilating into whatever shiny and new thing that they are fancying this week. Not a single one of any of these pathetic birds have the stones to keep up with me, and always choose to migrate when it is time face a storm, or when it comes time to take the fight to the streets. I do not come off as strong, I am strong. I am, and always have been on an entirely different level, and on a much higher plane. I am a Weirdo! Hear me roar. As it turns out, I have had it backwards this entire time. I am the one that is out of their league.

This Crazy World, and these Crazy Times call for engagement, and commitment to Higher Causes, and to Fight for the Greater Good. So take your half ass, half baked , half staff Freak Flag, and shove it right up your ass because when it is time to go all in, you fold, and tuck you tail between your legs. So run off to your yoga retreats and your yuppie hot spring resorts you bliss chasing clowns. Real Revolutionaries do not own appropriated prayer beads and sage. We pack clay bricks and Molotov Cocktails.

On more thing, if you have the slightest inkling that I am making even a passing reference to you, I one hundred percent am. You are a terrible human being, and I put a pox on your entire clan. Actually, there is only one person that I need to call out. That is the horrible and jaded jerk that said to my Mom, “Don’t marry that Dekart, they are all nothing but a bunch of crazy, no good drunks!” FUCK YOU! I am the, “Crazy Dekart” that broke the mold!

To whom it may concern,

I would like to enroll in Spanish 401 class 17672. I work in the construction industry where many of my friends and colleagues are native Spanish speakers, and I would like to be able to better communicate with them. I very much enjoy working in this industry, however, the hours are sometimes sporadic. This is the reason why I was forced to drop this class in the past. Please keep in that it has been several years since I last attempted to take this class, and that through being promoted, my schedule is much more stable. Also the class that I am attempting to enroll in is entirely online, so class attendance will not factor at all in my ability to succeed. Pleas allow me to enroll in this class, I will complete the coarse with the highest of marks.

Thank you for your time,

Carl Dekart