I don’t give a shit. Not a one. Not a single shit.
Not a single, solitary, sweet and salty and savory shit.
….nope, don’t give none, do not.
………..but, hypothetically speaking, if I did give a shit, which of course I do not, then it would be obvious that every now and again my mind drifts to the fact that I don’t have a job, that writing, while enjoyable, drains me in a way I’m not sure should be, and that I’m more then fairly certain that I will not make a single solitary mark on history when I die, and people will forget about me in less then a generation if I’m lucky.
……Thankfully, that isn’t the case since, as I mentioned before….I…don’t….give a shit