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I've been putting on the red light for quite sometime now, and I must say, the pay is getting better, As I pick up neat little tricks, the more bread I rake in. In the height of my career, some sickness hits you and impairs your ability to strut your stuff and make a living... pardon the metaphor

Well, my eyes have been getting worse again lately, more significantly so, which gives me 'cause for concern. Leave it to fate to have impeccable timing. It's bound to happen I guess, this is just a reality check, making sure I don't forget.

I'm cool with the fact that I'll eventually go blind sooner than later; what pisses me off is that these fucked up things happen to like who live a simple and minding his/her business; while does people who drag society down get to live a physically normal life. People like me either have shit for luck or we just tend to attract these kind of misfortune.

Either way I plan and hope to continue my line of work until I physically can do so, since I have responsibilities to take care. Though the job may pay well, I don't see fulfillment in it anymore, and in mostly everything for that matter.

This post reminds of of a song, Jezebel by Sade. I like the song, it's kinda depressing but factual, more so in our times.