My transition back to my former life as a gay playboy hasn’t been as simple as the fictious story on April Fool’s Day made it seem. Since Anthony went to jail, I haven’t found God. Frankly, for all I know religion is a bunch of bullshit. I can’t imagine that there really is a higher power with the ability to wiggle his or her nose making things happen. It sounds a little too much like “I Dream of Jeanie” to be believable.
When you’ve been dealt the hand I carry around daily, its hard to believe that a higher power is looking over me. If they, then this higher power is one sick fucker! Then again, the higher power might be punishing me for my actions in the past.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not sure I would trade my life for anything. However, I’m lucky I’m alive with my upbringing. I’m certainly shocked I’m not more revengeful.
I do get my fair share of revenge on people. I like to think I’m helping karma. No, my name is not Earl or anything; but I do like to pay a bitch back when given the chance.