I am silent. I sit and listen and smile politely and quietly judge you. You my friend have made some mistakes in your life, as I hear often. I have not. If there was a picture of perfection in the dictionary, it would be a picture of me. I tell you nothing of myself and there is a reason. I've been down this road before, I will not give you the fuel to run your empathy machine. There is nothing in common between you and I. Nor can you judge me. But even if you did know anything about me, you would find nothing. Really. There is not much that is intriguing hidden away under this charismatic stone cold fascade. You say to live life now. We will see about that when I am fifty and have a secure 401k savings plan, a nice house, and car. You say that you like to smoke and drink. We would see who is laughing when someone comes down with terminal lung cancer or cirrosis of the liver. I will give you a hint, that person would not be me. I would be the one dancing and laughing at your grave. Oh yeah, I will be dancing with my kids who shall carry my legacy on forever. They will still talk about me generations to come. And we would all be dancing on 5000 dollar Segways. Because we would be rich. We shall see who was right. I am. Life is long, play soft.
