Some dreams are never meant to be. We look at them from afar and say, "I wish that was my life" or "why can't that be me?" or "I bet he can do like 40 push-ups..." Some things were just never meant to be. Then there are people like me who stare adversity in the face as if to say, "Yeah, this is my bread-pudding, and what are YOU gonna do about it?" Some call me legend, more call me a legacy, but either way...yeah-I am the best.
This whole issue was addressed not more than 24 hours ago when a dream, or a longing rather, was brought to light. I haven't slept in a bed since June 5th. Yeah, you do the math...that was when I still lived in Lincoln BEFORE I moved my bed out and slept on the floor for 2 days. Needless to say, my lumbar hasn't felt the support of coils, springs, or support for an extended period of time. Heck, I've slept on the living room couch since I've been in LA, and even now when I think of it I've also slept on the floor.
Now many of you would see this plight and think to yourself, "I could never get out of that situation, its hopeless, I'll never have a bed". That's what seperates you mortals from your old boy Moore. You see, not more than 24 hours ago Ryan moved out, Jeff moved his bed into the other room, and I was given a bed.
So needless to say, you're now sitting there right now reading this-tears streaming from your eyes as if this is the first time you've seen RUDY, wondering how one could write and live through such a story of persecution and struggle. You think, "Moore you did it! You have a bed! Tell me all about your first night in almost a month that you got to sleep in a bed..."
Well I CAN'T! Why? Because I fell asleep on the couch last night! That's right, I've wanted and dreamed of sleeping in a bed for a month, and when I finally get the chance...I'm watching VH1 at 2am, the next thing I know its 7:30am and I have the couch's floral pattern indented into my skin.
Great work Moore! Idiot.
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