Robin Willaims, Dead & Swinging, The Rest of Us, Dying For a Reason To Keep Laughing.

Robin Williams killed himself yesterday.

I'm still trying to find a job.

Got hired on at a magazine 

but it ain't much. 

Only a few cents per word.

So I've kept 

looking

searching

and still haven't come up

with anything promising.

Just the same call center

bullshit. 

It's difficult.

Trying to break out of old habits

and create a new way of thinking and living. 

So I'm looking at writing positions

with magazines, newspapers, and websites.

I don't have a degree

I have no journalistic field experience 

I don't know anyone that could get me in somewhere

so I'm gonna keep on trying.

My girlfriend encourages me

to not just settle for the call centers

or the nursing homes.

She says, I'm better than that now

that I've evolved

that new opportunities await.

This gift, this talent I've got

the one that's been sharpened to a fine point

over the last four years

it's ready

I'm ready

it's time. 

To show everyone just what I can do

to tell the world

the things I've seen and heard

out there in the streets

stories from the underbelly of this town.

I know this to be true

because anyone that reads what I write

it sticks with them.

Just like it stuck with me.

More than that

they read one story and

they've gotta have another.

That same glorious feeling I get

reading Bukowski.

It's just like he said it would be.

I've managed to hang on

to that one little spark within myself.

Now it's growing into a fire.

A fire that has the power to change & awaken

hearts & minds

to remind them all

that they are worth more than just their hourly wage

that they still have a chance

that they are somebody.

These words I type

have power

have meaning

and even when 

the funniest man on the planet

is found hanging dead

by his own hand

there's still a reason to laugh & smile.

You just have to find it.

Find it.

And never let it go.