fart of gas

there is no gas in my city, ostensibly due to the hurricane, although the governor claims there is no disruption to supply here. A typical lame weekend, gas or no gas. A bored and cranky kid. Lovemaking with the wife supposedly postponed to the weekend that never seems to happen on the weekend either. Boredom. Poverty. A family man's life is pretty shitty I've found. Believing lies for too long I have made myself a cocoon, unwittingly, in which to die. This network of bullshit that seemingly attacks from every side. when I was young I fled to India to try to live with some sort of meaning, perhaps subconsciously knowing what was to be my fate. There was a time when my life was exciting and hopeful, and I often wonder as of late if it will ever be again this time around.