Birthday

He was born today, many moons ago, but it seems like yesterday. How time flies, waiting for nobody. Somehow this year he reflected hard on his birthday. And only this year he felt a mixture of sadness and bitterness. So many friends and acquaintances are dropping dead. Some died before their time; others didn't die soon enough. He has to take care of his body better. Day after day, he has to stay away from monkeys and apes and assholes.

Today was also the day Emperor Friederick of Prussia and his brother Nietzsche were born. In fact, Nietzsche's first name was named after the Emperor himself. All good men, men of courage and sensitivity and even bombasts and bombs and beauty are born on this wonderful day.

He recalled last night once he had sex with an admirer of his on his birthday. When it was over, she noticed tears welled up in his eyes. She said, what's wrong? honey. Something in your eyes? He said nothing, but heaved out a long sigh. She then exploded. Fuck you! Roberto. You're thinking of that stupid bitch Laura, aren't you? I've news for you, mister. The bitch not even once thinks of you. To her, you're not even a chapter in her life. You're only a footnote. You hear me? A footnote, a very short, insignificant footnote. She never loved you. You were merely a plaything for her, a phase, a stepping stone, a transition period, a human dildo. You're really a very stupid, pathetic man, do you know that? You keep thinking of the past while everybody else has moved on with their lives long ago. Get the fuck out of my sight and out of my house and don't let the door hit your ass on the way out. I'm through with you. I'm sorry that I loved you. You know fucking well that nobody in this world loved you as much as I loved you, not your wife, not your legion of girlfriends, but you're sick. I can't cure you, no matter how hard I've tried to prove to you that I am the only best thing, the only reliable human you can count on in this entire world, but you don't seem to get that in your thick skull. Find God fast, Roberto. Only He can save you. Only He can make you feel whole and loved and accepted. Stop that smirk on your face. What makes you think you are special and right and billions and billions of people are wrong? GivE God a chance so you can have a chance.