Page One

Page One Of a Tattered Old NoteBook!

Now, where should I begin? Beginning, middle, or the end.

Should I begin now or maybe later? and talk about how my life feels rough like the skin on an alligator, or how my life feels like it’s about to crash. Like a broken-down generator.

And if I do begin, then what should I begin with? Should I talk about the disgrace I try to hide, or how I’m constantly having to swallow my pride? While the whole world takes me for a ride.

Should I talk about being lost and confused with what to do, or how being broke feels like one big joke, while my pride begins to choke the very life out of my throat!

Or maybe you would like to hear about how hurt I am, and how I’m not fully man, with an idea on how to stand. Hoping to ignore the whispers in my ears as I hide to dry my tears.

How about we get to the part where I feel like jumping off a bridge and cracking a rib so I can have a reason to whine like a kid. Or let's look at how much it hurts when my may daughter’s mother asks me for money and I reply not today honey!

Asking myself what's the point in being a father, when I hardly see my daughter. Fighting to stay humble, living a life that',s about to crumble and like a broken high heel, I just trip and stumble.

So where should I begin… beginning, middle, or the very end? Seeing how this tattered old notebook, is my one and only friend!