The Endgame is finally approaching, Boys & Girls.
It has taken me four years and one month of ceaseless struggle, setbacks, profits, losses that wipe out previous profits, tragedies, and even the odd death or three to arrive at this point in my total rehabilitation. The title of this post is perhaps 40% of the whole story, but it's accurate and descriptive enough to stand in for the rest of the facts, at least here in public. Let's just say that nothing worth having ever comes easy in life - especially if you're on a chosen path thick with both peril AND an infinite army of Opposition - and y'all can draw any conclusions at your leisure.
For me, the next two weeks will be the worst part of it all; although 99% of the pieces are already in place {put there with 100% of the suffering}, the full task will not be accomplished until a couple of tiny but extremely crucial loose ends are tied up right-n-tight. After all the literal Hell on Earth I've slogged my way through since 2008, it's these last two confetti-bits that could still sink the whole damn project - and that fact bugs the fluck out of me {in a Chinese "flied lice" sort of way}. I aim to neutralize and eliminate them ASAP, but as my colorful past has amply proven, sinking this simple two-foot putt on the golf course could very well turn out to be akin to Tiger Woods' last several Masters showings, or the Dixie Chicks' post-Bush-bashing career trajectory.........
If things do finally pan out that way though, one thing will be certain - Judgement was passed over my dead body.
It's that serious, my very Good Friends. I've been living "old beyond my years" {fighting like a berserk maniac the whole time} since I was in early elementary school, and I'm way, Way, WAY beyond dog-tired, Boss. Just give me my mule-n-40, and let me finally kick back and enjoy a bit of peace for the soul, n'kay? I've endured more than enough shit to fully penance a not-so-small population for a few generations or so; I really don't think it's at all unseemly of me to want a bit of reward and true solitude for services rendered, y'know?
Oh, I'll keep on working like the hopeless Pavlov Pup I already am afterwards - should I be so lucky to succeed - but for the next 16 days it's still going to be the old familiar slog. Gandalf Greyhayme, Spock, Trapper John MacIntyre, Eugene Martone, Meher Baba; each could easily relate to the path I'm on right now, and each will be with me when I mount the final charge. I can only hope that this last true leap of Faith will land.............
..............at all.
More shortly.
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