I don’t think I need to get too “technical”, on who hit WHOM first here!!!
The day rock-bottom HIT me, I was just, mindin’ my own (beeswax???), then out of nowhere, STRAIGHT, from those cleared skies, WHAM! I was hit, by the impact, of TEN semis…
and, here’s that “road sign” for ya! Not my photograph…
After rock-bottom HIT me (yeah, it’s still NOT my fault, ‘cuz I wouldn’t go and look for trouble in the first place!), I’d worked really hard, to CLAW my way out, of this god DAMN ditch, made of slippery mud, but, the rain kept pouring down, endlessly (did I miss the FLOOD alert on the weather forecast this week or somethin’???), and, each and every time, as I saw the opening (where I’d fell, into this huge PIT that I’m in???), I’d, worked, so very hart, to grab a hold, to steady myself, but, nope, my hands always just, “slipped”.
The day rock-bottom HIT me, what the F*** (maxed out???), I’d not done anything, in fact, I was just, doing WHAT I’m supposed to, everything within my duty, responsibilities, OBLIGATION (hate that word!), and yet, this life had proven itself to me as, bullshit AND unfair (whoever that tells you that life IS fair deserves to get SHOT!!!)…
yup, it’s, a LONG way UP all right…NOT my photograph…
The day rock-bottom HIT me, there was, nothing I can do, as that, is the workings of fate, and, how the hell can I go up in a FIGHT against fate and win? I can’t, and yeah, I’d gotten super PISSY over that, but, I’d soon, forced myself to calm down, ‘cuz getting PISSED off does me NO good!
Life, the Obstacle Course 