So last night I got a call.
Alright, my story starts with a late night call, and I do realize that people generally have the greatest ephipanies when it is late night. So having that cliche behind us let me go on with my rant.
I pick up the phone, I look at the name. It's Gram, and he's drunk, so is Jodie. He seems to believe it is dire to know, what he should eat for breakfest at 2am. I told him I would kick him in the balls.
Let me digress from this late night Gram a thon.
I became jealous. Is my jealousy misplaced? Should I be jealous that I cannot be stinking drunk at a seedy club and calling my working friends callously? Most of you reading this will be thinking, yes, you should be jealous. Having such freedom is awsome.
But... oh there is always a but..
Living that life is not for me anymore. I have to find the time to drink and party like that.
I'm thinking of Spiderman right now.
I may not have the freedom to do anything, but my life holds power. 'With power comes great responsibility'. So I guess I do need to find the time, but that's ok.
Know this world, Andrew Mills is a Superhero of life!
A. Mills
