There are a few things in this world I truly regret… decisions are normally never any of them.

Consequence however, is a mofo. Regretting consequences is a new one for me.

Wake up next to a strange woman in college; bragging rights. Wake up next to a strange woman now; first the sniff test to your own manhood, then if that passes, then run after the dry bowl of cereal that you pretend to enjoy and try to maintain that same loving, remembering face as you probably flashed just a few hours prior.

Faking it can be good. Very good, and quite unregrettable.

Anyway, it just seems as if I’m coming face to face with a bad decision to include somebody in my life a few years ago. It’s grating my nerves to the point where I’m seriously about to just grab as much cash as I can, and just run.

Run like OJ… but not in the circles on the LA highway and not so damn slow… ok, bad example.

But just run like I’m actually capable of out-running the regret, and out-running the sheer stupidity of some people on this planet. They should create something like a stupidity bazooka that could totally eradicate all stupidity in a village or two.

I hear that Mexico may be nice this time of the year. I don’t think they’d mind a reverse-illegal alien. Would be easy to rename myself to something Spanish… El Gigante… something.

Oh, and never let people borrow money either… never again. My sheer stupidity of thinking that people are capable of being as good-willed as I try to be seems to suck me into some bad situations where I have to come face-to-face with the realization that people will use the hell out of you as long as they can.

I’m not a friggin’ bank. Well, no longer at least.

Stupidity and daft decisions definitely don’t factor into the age old karma equation. Or they’ve yet to decipher that damn part of it. Either way, screw karma, and I’m seriously about to say screw it all, and just break out for a while.