Actually, that wasn't the last page.
When I would get to the end of filling one of those yellow legal pads, on the second to last page I would kind of wrap up the preceding month, as you saw in Wednesday's post.
But on the actual last page, I would usually try to write a poem, or a song, or drop some piece of creative writing.
I think I am being pretty objective when I tell you that these poems were uniformly terrible. I was, and am, a lousy poet.
So when I dug out this particular journal, I was getting ready to cringe at whatever crap I'd written on the final page. What horrible metaphors or purple angst would be there.
Instead, I found this, on an otherwise blank sheet.
Here in 2014, it made me laugh out loud.
And just in case it doesn't come through, yes, I was being funny when I wrote this, not serious or dramatic.
Reading this, I'm pretty sure I came up with this line via The Breeders song "I Just Wanna Get Along," because around the time I wrote this, my friends and I would often quote the line "If You're So Special, Why Aren't You Dead?"
Much better than a crappy poem.
Hear the song on Youtube.
