Ur Papers Are In!

I wake up, its 12:30 AM, my step (a great man) dad tells me that I've got a certified letter at the Post office. I'm in a vacant apartment in Pontiac, MI. Widower, divorcee., amputee, war veteran... I'm two out of four of these things. I'm 26 years old. I have 3 kids and 1 of them I've never seen in person. Where is my bottle, like a newborn starving for milk I search.... There it is, atop the fridge, hot, cheap and available for consumption. As I lay and think the dirty ceiling fan oscillates.... Round and round it goes, no care in the world does it have. It just collects more dirt as I refuse to clean the white blades. Did I just hear that my papers are in? Not just any papers but the papers that would change my life forever. Dissolution of marriage? A fancy legalese for you are now abandoned, left to the elements to die. My buzz infuriates, I talk to an old friend (why is this person up @ this hour?... Oh yeah I know why, I secretly chuckle at the knowledge of this individuals situation, what a great person... my own personal life saver for the third time in my life), I tell them my story. They feel my pain... And I believe them to be sincere. I once heard that sincere was Latin or something for real wax, like the real McCoy only with wax columns. Oops! Nature called and left me a very detailed nasty gram. So I'm back; the English language in and of itself is a beautiful phenomenon, like stardust on a page, magma solidified into communication. Chaos into common sense. Well I'm divorced, even if I leave the papers at the post office, I still only have a short while till I'm divorced by default. A few days ago a friend told me he saw a UFO; at first I mocked him, but now....I wonder. Could this be the bitter end or am I just a narccisist? (Is that how u spell narcissist?). I heard men in their mid twenties often develop schizophrenia. Could that be me? Is the world trying to kill me? Is the world a collective or an individual? Who's' world is this anyway? A cheesy play off the game show series. I shake my head at my own psychosis. I think I saw a roach a few days ago climbing the wall of my vacant bar wall. I told myself it was just a large bug, I'm in denial! Wow I don't know my youngest son if I see him. Sleeping now.... This post is done. Ill return later. What would I do if a resident complained that they're Yahoo mail password won't work?