Survive from being a fucking sober

While letting her go in front of her home, you didn’t suddenly pull your girlfriend to give her a lingering kiss, while she fought to get away ? Didn’t u get intoxicated in the party and danced like crazy with your friend’s girlfriend, to spend the next two days to get badly thrashed by your own, whom you really realy care for ? Didn’t you bunk the classes to go for a 8-hour beer session,  to be carried home by the innocent bystanders, to get a marching order the next day by your Dad ?  What the hell you are living for, you prude, for a few marks and a few more nickels ? Is that a living ?

If you don’t break the rules, you are a rotten vegetable, ask me. I had the rare distinction of being on the verge of rustication 4 times within a span of 9 years in school, first being at the age of Class 1 and beat that. I snatched the scale from the hand of the Nun who wrongly, or so I thought, punished me and broke it into half, in the strict missionary school I was in. This is nothing to boast about, nor the fact that each time some guardian angel had to come down to save me at the last moment, but I am proud and content that I have proven myself to be a living organism and not a rotten vegetable called “sober” that some parents think as the ideal state for their children.

Sober essentially means he does not smoke, nor drink, nor take grass or cocaine or LSD or heroine or anything of that sort, does not even look at the pretty girls (which I have done all my life, by the way, if I miss someone my wife cooperates to turn me to that direction !!), let alone cavorting with them. What they do, study and study and study and get beautiful marks and even more beautiful marks.  The joke goes that after such a sober guy died, well not by cirrhosis of lever that I will probably meet my waterloo in but by severe diarrhea after taking some outside food for a change, the life insurance company refused to pay the assured sum on the premise that “this guy had never lived, so how could he die ?”

I am not any big guy, just average in everything I guess, including the number of pegs and fucks, to measure the give and takes. The only basic difference is in the pride, the guts, the fucks I give to whoever thinks whatever about me. This is not honesty either, I am not claiming to be a saint waiting to be cannonised, if people had a chance they would rather blow me by the cannonballs. But this is a proof that I live my only life, as I want. In all the schools and colleges, I was known by the Principals to the Directors to the rectors to the Durwans and the security people, often even ignoring me as half-mad anyway because they couldn’t ever digest the facts that a guy may have complete disregard for the established rules and regulations that they hold so dear.

Just because most people live like pigs or lambs, you don’y have to throw away your only life, do you ? Just let go, yourself and all bloody rules and expectations and the fucking rules that the bastard society will impose on you !! (BTW, I am not responsible for anything written above, I have had too many pegs to understand what was written !! ) .