I Am Not Dead

Take this title literally and not literally. Of course I am not dead. If I were I would not be writing this, now would I? But this is also just a reminder to say that the legend of Esco lives on to see another day. You can call it Escothology.

What is this legend I am refering to? Well, dumbass, I am a legend. Maybe in my own eyes, but yeah, I am definitely one. What makes me a legend? Nothing really, just the things I do are stuff legends are made of. So, f*ck you.

Take this beautiful month of July '09 as an example:

Who the f*ck else that you know would spend €225 in the first TWO days of the month on sneakers when they would only have about €200 more to live on for the rest of the 28 days, and that the bills hadn't been paid and that food hadn't been put in the fridge?? I only know ONE person other than myself stupid enough (No, I'm not calling myself stupid, but this next person is) to do such a thing. And that person is my cousin, and his usual monetary woes are well-known. So yeah, it must obviously be something that runs in the family. We should be proud of it. I definitely am.

Should I care that I am as broke as my dear cousin's ankles? Yeah, I most probably should care. But the question is: DO I care? Answer: Nope. Well, for now I don't care. It'll come soon. But I've been through worse.

And I'm fresh as hell, even while broke. I might as well move into the Belvedere projects and buy myself 6 BMW's, would be the same thing.

I may need to enter rehab.

Oh and seeing my post just beneath this one, that is if you are smart enough to have realized what it was about, you may have noticed that I had another problem that would have required me to spend more €uros. €uros I did not have because of my beloved sneakers. Oh well.

One thing is for sure:



(Just look at the shirt, f*ck that dude.)