Voice of the Voiceless

Although I’m very much a Democrat, I’ve never considered myself a populist, or a fighter for the people. There are multiple reasons for this train of thought, usually centering on what I believe is right and what will strengthen me. Well, I got fired from my job. Can’t say I’m happy, but I’m no longer depressed. Sure, I’m still single, but that doesn’t bother me as much as work did, apparently. A month or so, I broke down and broke kayfabe, not being the self-professed genius…no, that was an old dig from middle school. I wasn’t being the Shaman of Sexy, or whatever that entailed. Now, I understand what it meant to put on my sleeves, my shoes, and the smirk. I don’t lack confidence, never have, but I did lack conviction. Now, I’ve got that conviction back as I’m no longer being insulted by those lesser beings that were formerly customers I put in debt.

I went to Summerslam and hung out with the guys. The memorable part of it is that I enjoyed every minute of it, as I was lucid for most of it. Actually, the first time, I was delirious from freedom; the second time, I remembered and understood the moment for what it was: the first day of the rest of my life. I have that swagger, conviction, and abandon that was the hallmark of who I said I might be. There’s no question I might be that person once more, but evolved. To my former company, you’re on notice:

I am Anthony Guy and there will be no surrender, no retreat.

Skibbedebebop. Much later.

Current Track – Downstait “I Am Perfection”