The Earth According to Mark.

Dear Diarrhea.

I have this feeling I'm going to die soon. I'm not trying to be depressing or omnipresent [like old Filipino people]. I just know I'm going to die soon. And I know how I'm going to die. Above all else - if I'm wrong about when - I know exactly how. And it's always been on the back burner for me, it's influenced how I live my life ultimately - I know how I'm going to leave this planet, and because of that, I can do anything I want. Does that make me a megalomaniac? Probably. But in this life, there's so many rules. Everyone's always criticizing everyone. And I figure, if people are going to always be on your nuts, then say fuck it and do your own thing. You feel me? It's like what ex-convicts think: Society is going to always reject them so they mind as well do whatever. But I really mean it in the best way possible.

I once played in a band. Were we good? When I'm in Bakersfield, people always stop me and tell me about how great we were. I guess taking that in to consideration, I'm probably the most unhumble person in the world. But I try - to be humble. But then I get humble and complacent mixed up and it's a mess. How do you do your "best" when you can't be "the best?" It's like being Unitarian. Being humble is like being Unitarian...Unitarian jokes aside, I think I want to bleed the dream again. Post-gard, life is of the essence. I still have sometime before pharmacy school, so I figure I mind as well make the greatest of this dead time (or lame duck session). Enjoy life. See what will happen. Work odd jobs. Go on an adventure. Etc., etc.

My friend is starting a church and he wants me to be the "pope" figure. No seriously. I kid you not, I was asked to be the "pope" figure of my friend's church. Life is crazy. Speaking of crazy: You know how little kids drop their pants down to their ankles when they take a whiz? I did that until sixth grade...in front of the urinals. Yeah, I'd totally piss bare-ass'd. That's nuts!