centuries.
it kind of sucks when you're
walking down the boardwalk
and you drop your peanuts.
it kind of sucks when you're
walking down the boardwalk
and you drop your peanuts
because you've just had the
biggest realization of your life.
it kind of sucks when you're
walking down the boardwalk
and you drop your peanuts
because you've just had the
biggest realization of your life.
that realization sucks the air
right out of your lungs and
leaves you gasping for breath.
it kind of sucks when you're
walking down the boardwalk
and you drop your peanuts
because you've just had the
biggest realization of your life.
that realization sucks the air
right out of your lungs and
leaves you gasping for breath.
passerby's don't even glance at
you for a second, because they
either don't know who you are,
or they have no reason to care.
they will forget you in thirty
seconds time and never again
will they think about you. ever.
and
the realization
that you have stumbled
upon is this: people will remember
you for many things once you kick the
bucket. they will remember you as the psychic
detective who took the santa barbara police department
by storm. they will remember you as the son of the local hero,
henry spencer. they will remember you as the freak who
weasled his way into every case he felt like he
deserved to get his hands on. they will
remember you as that amazing
psychic, god rest his soul,
and they will remember
you for centuries.
but everything
that they will
remember
you for
is a
lie.