Camp

when i was about 12

i went to a summer camp

one morning

we were woke up for breakfast

there was a shitload of flashing lights across the lake

i blew off breakfast
and
walked over to see what was going on

what did i see?

i saw a dead guy

he was hanging off the back of a crane on a truck

he drowned

he was
actually blue
actually bloated
and
actually dead

who was that guy?
what did he believe?
who did he vote for?

and

why?

at that moment
the moment that i saw that
seeing that blue, bloated, dead guy

it hit me like a brick

i became aware of the fact that

at some point we will all fucking die

don't matter what what you believe
don't matter who you vote for
don't matter what you wear
or
what you own

nothing really means anything

at some point?

we will all fucking die

and

so

i've been waiting

passively

not hoping
not wishing for it
but
aware
that

at some point

i will die too

and

that

he who dies with the most toys

is a total fucking asshole...