I promise a rant, I deliver a theory

A THEORY.. Not a very serious one, but I figured I would share it with you while it's still rolling around in my head.
Most of the worlds most truly gifted writers have one thing in common; a tragic life.
Now, before I continue I will say this, I don't believe - and again, keep in mind faith and beliefs are two very different things, one can exist with out the other - That one person can have a harder life then another person, there is no such thing as a hard life or an easy life. Just different! Now I'm not going to lie to you and say that I haven't had times where I look at my life and listen to other people talk about there lives and I don't sometimes sit back and think, You Call That Hard? Oh man, let me tell you a thing or two... Or.... Wow, and I thought I had it bad. It's just a simple thought to keep in mind, helps to humble the soul. Still when you talk 'Difference' and you take out the degrees of endurance (hard and easy) what scale do you have left?
Well to answer that, and again this is answering that for me, every one is different, no answer is necessarily good enough for all. Still, for me, for my answer I am taken back to a night out at a Chilli's restaurant with two of my best friends and the man I love(d), My friend and I were talking about Hollywood Hotties (we only talk about two things; Guys and Music) and amongst the names like Hugh Jackman, Ben Affleck and such, Johnny Depp's name came up. A man best known for his role as Jack Sparrow in Pirate Of The Caribbean, now keep in mind again that the man who I love is sitting right next to me and he happens to be a 'Pirate' and the 'Jack Sparrow' of his 'Crew'. And it's no secret to him or anyone else that I have been glued to Johnny Depp movies since Edward Scissor Hands. And of course it came up, who is more handsome (in my book) Depp or the love of my life Reagan? My answer to him, my friend and her husband was this...
"I don't think of it as who's hotter on a League measurement Scale, more on a Fathom scale, so I mean neither is more handsome then the other."
Now if that isn't the biggest lie you've ever heard? Lets face it hands down in my book Reagan is tops, but to say that strokes his ego, which is fine most of the time, but this particular group, I have a reputation to keep up, and he knew this and he would have done the same.. Like who's hotter to him, Me, or Shirlley Manson? Stupid question, un real answer.. I hope.
So there you have it! Take away the scale of endurance (hard/easy) and your left with fathoms, lay it flat. Kind of like saying someone's just older.
Anyways, if your still reading this, then odds are I have already lost you, let me send up a flair!
Back to the THEORY; The best writers lead tragic lives, because they are very much the same kind of thrilling wordsmiths and story tellers on earth as they are on higher plains as their HIGHER SELF.
Anyone who knows anything about Metaphysics, especially the areas concerning ReGeneration/ReIncarnation should know exactly what I'm talking about. Anyone who doesn't and cares to sit a spell with me, via e-mail, I'm always here to shoot around theory's and philosophy.  But there you have it, My THEORY OF THE DAY, maybe it will hold more water for you then it currently dose for me.
On a side note; Being a great writer, dose not necessarily mean your a published writer, I've known a grandmoth father or two who tell some grand tales.
 
As Far As My Life? Outside of having dinner last night with Jonesy, which we went to TacoBell (our as usual) and finding it hard for a moment to find a place to sit, unsure if we should sit at either table we sat previously before with our good friend who we just laid into the grave with many others or if we should sit at a booth and play some harmless remember whens, which we did. At one point during our meal, a guy and two girls came in, one of the girls was MISS COMPLAINT, so we easedrop to her bitching over every little thing, from the seats, to the food, to only God knows what else. At one point, Jonesy and I are tempted to get up, tap them on the shoulder and say "Do you know your sitting where a dead guy sat?" It would be simply for the shock factor, a shut the HELL UP and realize there is more important things to concern with then your gordita and of course, in honor of our lost friend, what a hell of a laugh we'd get from the look on their faces. Of Course we don't, no not this time. Though next time they might not be so lucky. Macabre Humor All Around! I think next time I'll just insist on sitting at OUR booth. At least for thirty minutes a week or so, it will hold memories and respect and some wild jokes and the best remember whens talk you'll find this side of the Mississippi.
Outside of that, I just have to find someone to take to see the sneak peek of  Cat Woman this Tuesday. I'm thinking one of the crew members, maybe the 'Alpha Pirate', make up for Saturday... what can I say, Misery Loves Company, and who am I to turn down a free movie? At least it gets me into the city for a night.
 
Cheers Darlings'
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