Ryan

Choose life,

Choose a job,

Choose a career,

Choose a family,

Choose a big television,

Choose washing machines,

Choose cars,

Choose MP3 players,

Choose electrical can openers,

Choose leather wear and matching luggage,

Choose a three piece suit from an array of fabrics,

Choose DSL and all your favorite channels,

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind numbing, spirit crushing game shows while stuffing junk food in your mouth,

Choose rotting away at the end of it all in a miserable hole with nothing but being an embarrassment to the selfish brats that you raised…

Choose your future, Choose life…

I’ll chose not to choose life, I’ll chose something else…

…because what 5 year old boy dreams of becoming a male nurse?

In the past 13 months, I’ve accomplished:

-Having a thousand dollars for every year I’ve been alive.

-Traveled to three countries.

-Went on a road trip with Ms. Ridgway

-Picked up guitar

-Picked up photography and became FUCKING AWESOME at it.

-Learn how to ride a motorcycle

-Jumped out of an airplane

-Picked up bass

-Became a war veteran

-Flew a plane

-Went white water rafting

-Went hiking

-Tricked a girl into giving me a lap dance on my birthday

-Passes 5 classes

-Failed 2 math classes

-Wrote a song

-Watched Inception…

pretty good last 13 months…

Dammit, I wanted my build-a-bear of me back but I forgot I put her name on the certificate, plus I wasn’t in the bears life for his early days so I’d come off as a complete stranger. I could try joint custody of the bear, but the logistics of it all would be greater than I could handle at the moment. I guess as long as she treats Ryan good I shouldn’t be worried.

“After the game, the King and Pawn go in the same box.”