Yup. It Brumbyís birthday. Da big 25. Iím sure some of u liddle people,
particularly dem littly bitty humans, are sayin to youze selfs: ďDa big
25? What so big about dat?Ē Well, little human people, it may not seem
dat big to youze, but to Brumby - who will probably bite da big one at
age 50 - it mean Iíze gettin over da hill.
It also pretty big because Brumby a troll.
Anyways, it feel funny knowin dat all I got is another half of life
to live. When you a little (ok, younger) troll scampering around and breakin
stuff you donít really think all dat much about dyin naturally. You thinkin
about people puttin bulletz in your head or tryin to make enuf cash to
pay da rent for da next few months. Sometimes it seem dat people get tied
up so much in da daily stuff and da survival stuff dat dey forget to stop
and ponder: Have me done anything in dis life yet?
I actually a bit pissed at da little 25 year old humans (and even MORE
pissed at dem damn eternal dandilion chompers) dat dey get to mosey around
with a pretty good chance dat dey wonít die by God (or whozeever) hand
for another 75 whole years while us trolls gotta start ponderin da downhill
so early. Da humans run around and run dem corps and run dem shadows and
if dey lucky enuf to dodge da bullets and extractions da next thing dey
know dey 50 and dey start whinin: ďOh, I so old! My life is over!Ē.
Well, I just writin to say: Shut da hell up. Brumbyíz now marching toward
da big Body Bank in da sky and you donít hear ME bitchin about how old
I iz. Brumby too busy writin, and makin a name for himself, and getting
ice cream, and runnin, and walkin in da park, and goin to see movies, and
LIVIN LIFE to sit around an whine over da fact dat he half way dead.
Perhaps dat why you see so few troll runnin corps or runnin malls or
keepin all those holier-den-thou position in life. Not because we stupid
or because we ugly; but because we trolls donít have time to waste on dat