I'll just come right out and say it: Life has become unlivable. I suffer from a range of maladies which, if not directly fatal, are so frustrating, agonizing and excruciating that I dearly wish they were so.
Today is my birthday. I have never wished this day would come less.
I was supposed to be great. I was supposed to save the world, or change it, or maybe nuke it from space via secret volcano lair. I guess that's what happens when you've had delusions of grandeur fed to you from infancy by well-meaning but ultimately misguided folks.
As it stands, the very best I can hope for is that these crudely fashioned depictions of my sexual fantasies, which serve as my only legacy, have, and will continue to bring a small number of you a moment's pleasure. That's really all I have right now. Be good to each other. That's as good a wish as any to have for the world I suppose.