Knowledge is George

Ok So the birthday was yesterday and now I am 45 years old. 45 years on the planet. Some might say I am wise but I would disagree vehemently. Some might say I am sage but I would spit thyme in their face and challenge them to a duel at high noon and bring a bazooka to that knife fight. Some might say I must have learned a few things just by being awake for all those years. To them I would retort: I slept, a lot. And who says being awake is a necessary and sufficient condition for learning? Not I. Undoubtedly, some will tell you I am being fecal, no wait, they mean facetious. I am not, either of those. Unless you count the time I joked about cussing while high – a potty mouth on pot. But I digress. Some will tell you there was that one time when I aced that one test on that one philosopher and I will counter that argument by telling you about the one time I bit my finger eating a hoagie. More than one person will certainly intimate that some higher level cogitatin’ was a goin’ on in the ole bean up dar but, if you’ll pardon the vernacular, or “parlance of our time”, fuck them.   

You see, iffin there’s one thing  I’ve learned in my time on this planet, it’s that I don’t know much. Yep, that’s me, don’t know too much about way too much. Ignorant, unaware, out of the loop.  

I like BIG BUT, this just means there is so much to learn, so much to get more familiar with, so much to gather in my arms (brain) and just hug and kiss.

Knowledge is George.