Reincarnation

I am a troubled man. All the signs are there. I am not eating well. I am not sleeping well. My eyelids seemed to be sieged by niggers. Maybe not that bad, but the point being, I am in bad shape. One doctor said I had lost my appetite. The patient next in line threw in 'for life' and the idea took root in the abyss that is the mind. I spent half of the weekend thinking over it, and the other half smoking pot. I was confused as to why my fortune had declined. I tried to steer myself out of the lull that had engulfed me. I even took a long walk, albeit down memory lane, to identify the point where it all had started to go wrong. The specifics eluded me, like a distant tune that attracts wandering shepherds onto perilous trails. This was the not the beginning of my travails, though. I had been shitting water for sometime. And was caught twice in one week for talking on a cell-phone while driving; it being worse than being mugged twice in the alleyways that I frequent. Seeing all that was happening around me, I decided that the time was ripe to take some drastic change. To bring about a radical turn-around. Spending hours in debates weighing the pros and cons of various changes, with my alter-ego ofcourse, that I considered only added to my exasperation. I even thought of taking up Buddhism to introduce discipline in my life. But that didn't get farther than putting 'Reincarnation' in the title-space. The anonymous mesage said that I should give up pot. The alter-ego considered it a long shot. I, too, was a slave to Tyler. And the thought crossed my mind that I wasn't sleeping at night and putting life-size penises in front of innocent eyes. The distant tune came back. I knew something was wrong. And it was at this point that I decided to use this portal again. Use it as my memory that is fixed. From now onwards, it is my duty to use this portal as the chronicle where incidents from my insignificant life and snippets regarding everyday lies will be recorded.

Yes, reincarnation. I am a bug.