After rounding the world four times and getting the piercings, but only having three earrings to show for it because he's too picky about what he'll actually put back in his ear, Mark attempted to settle down back in his hometown of Knoxville, Tennessee. This, of course, did not happen because, quite apparently, he has been biologically implanted with a PsychoMagnet™ which makes even the most stable of people batshit crazy.
Mark is currently "hiding" in wildly public places, and making as much noise as possible, while throngs of anonymous nutjobs accuse him of every salacious deed imaginable, such as the unseasonable rainfall of 2011, the murders of several prominent people who are still very much alive, and the 1915 sinking of the Lusitania. Mark is a carnivorous smoker who is Politically agnostic, unable to reproduce, refuses all manners of Internet dating, and generally believes that Murphy was an optimist.
It’s not that I’m cold… but I have a hard time giving a damn when someone I know kills themselves.
Especially when it’s been so long since you’ve heard from them in any capacity but anger, threats and subterfuge. When the right hand claims love while the left hand is pushing a knife into your back. When the chameleon always changes its skin to meet its needs.
When it’s like that for so long, I don’t even remember the good times. What good is a thoughtful, “Goodbye,” when the person you knew has long since gone anyway?
And that’s all I have to say about that…
The rest is simple. Some of us, regardless of the turmoil, have the tenacity to keep sticking around. Some of us, for whatever reason, do not.
Like I said … It’s not that I’m cold… I’m just realistic.
Because if I were cold … then I wouldn’t keep thinking, I wish I could go back to the first time I met you, and walk in the opposite direction.