Drop The Act, Kevin Day!
It’s time to ditch the whole “Say hello to the new Kevin, world” thing and accept the you that you are. We’d all like to think that with a single epiphany or a determined vow to break old habits we can suddenly change the course of our lives and start living the contented, drug-and-disease-free, not-having-to-sleep-with-a-flare-gun-under-our-pillows existence that we always dreamed we could live. But after a certain point you just have to face facts. You are where you are because you are who you are.
“But I already introduced the new Kevin to the world,” you say. “The world already said, ‘Hello New Kevin,’ back. And the world heard me promise to get a job, stop selling my mother’s prescription pills, and to always consider all of my options before making hasty decisions. How can I make it up to the world?”
You have to make the world an offering as penance for making a promise in vain. Either chop off your right hand…
“Done!” you say, wrapping the bloody stump in a bread bag as you dial an ambulance with your left hand.
…Or if that doesn’t appeal to you you can just do a few hours of community service and the world will be satisfied.
“Fuck!” you shout.
Hey world, Old Kevin’s back!
Happy Drop The Act, Kevin Day!