Some 21-year old shit-head was arrested in Florida for running around nude, covered in feces, and jumping into a stranger’s pool. The man, Robert Higgins (who I will call Bob), admitted to drinking.
Never has an article affected me so deeply. What roads lead to this dark place of running around naked covered in feces? Do we choose our own path in life, or is every move already pre-determined for us? If the latter is true, what does Bob think of God today? Bob probably went to school, had some girlfriends, tried some drugs, had a paper route, etc. But do you think he woke up on September 26th expecting the night to end with him doused in shit and running the streets naked? Nay, fine reader. I think not.
Then again, what if Boberto woke up with full knowledge of his evening? Maybe he was giddy with delight while his mom made him eggs that morning. And maybe when she called his name and he climbed the stairs up to the kitchen, and the light hit his sunken-back eyes, all he saw was himself in a shit-shower. Perhaps he had wanted to fuck a horse for quite some time. He could’ve been collecting diarrhea for months.
There’s just too much to digest here. The meaning of life is buried deep beneath this story and like a peanut hidden deep inside a turd, I can’t seem to get to the bottom of it.
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