Do you find my work boring? Strangely detail-free, this random prattling? This is actually not a random occurence. I have news that might fascinate. I am barred by the SEC from speaking. For the last three years I was barred by HIPPA. I made decisions. What I can write about that is interesting, let's call it fiction. Or poetry. History perhaps. Lifes little ironies. I am freer to tell you of drugs and scumbags than what I did today. What I witnessed. What I anticipate tomorrow.
I will have PB&J for breakfast. I hope the gold comes. Or the new synth. Do I not deserve some distraction, I who works in the tower? Deserve nothing. Expect less. Amused by everything. Friends? To hell with them. I love people. If I weren't such a bastard you might love me.