We, the lucky few

We the lucky few, they said.

What a load of horse shit.

Before you get all judgemental on me I didn't even want to go to this fucking place, ok? It wasn't up to me. I was chosen for no other reason than someone reached their hand into a hat and out of billions of other names they picked mine. It's all just dumb fucking luck.

Look at a map, and let's say you were born here, on this spot. Oh lucky you! You got wealthy, educated parents, they treat you nice and all. Mom doesn't pull out the belt anytime you misbehave and Dad doesn't give you a black eye after a fifth of scotch. No, you had it good in that life. Nice cushy school, nice little friends, any kind of food you want. Your 16th birthday present was a nice car, well whoop-de-fucking-do.

Well, this other fucker, he was born somewhere else. Oh, he was born in the bad place. Yeah, over here. You were born to a home that had no running water, starved from nourishment to make ends meet. No education for you, oh no , you have to work to help pay the bills. Hell, you might make something of yourself, sure, but goddamn if the odds aren't against you.

It's all the luck of the draw. Born here, good for fucking you, born there, well your life is going to be a steaming pile of horse shit, and you'll be begging for the sweet release of death from this bullshit prison of a life.

Sorry, I'm just upset right now.

There's a lot going through my mind. It's just not fucking fair, you know? No one ever gets a goddamn say about anything in this life. You might be in the prime, the fucking peak of your life. You might have the perfect girl, got the nice job and the corner office with the blinds so you can jerk off in there if that's what you're into. You got a lease on a new car, boss is happy with your work. You feel like you're heading somewhere. You're not sure where but you're on the right track.

Hell, you even thought about starting up a family with this girl. Even though you promised to not bring a child into this fucked up place. Why not make another deranged bastard like me? Surely, I can do a better job than my parents did.

Well, too goddamn bad.

An asteroid the size of texas had to just be whipped out of space from who knows where and head straight for earth. The human race just had to keep going, I guess. No, we don't accept the annihalation of our species, we ruin our world and then go on to the next one.

Guess fucking what? I got chosen for this circus of a show we got going on here. Someone just pulled this pile of shit right out of their ass and served it up on a platter and served it up nice and hot for us.

I said goodbye to my Ma, quit my six figure job, sold the goddamn car, the fucking car... At least I got to fuck my girl one last time before I left, but yep, that was the last time that was ever going to happen. She's probably fucking our neighbor Randy by now. I sure know how to pick 'em.

Now we're stuck here. They sent me, for no reason, just pure dumb fucking luck. They sent the best scientists, physicists, chemists; the practical people too: engineers and whatnot. They sent the scummy politicians with enough money to afford this place.

Everyone knows this thing is coming for Earth and the rich and wealthy are saving their ass, leavin the boat to sink, and goin to the next one. So, everyone's going ballistic right, the regular people. There was goddamn anarchy. We were all going to die anyway. They came up with this brilliant scheme. One person from every country gets to hold a lottery and that person gets to represent their country and continue their tradition for "posterity".

My number came up and I said yes because I'm a coward.

And you know what the kicker is? The damn asteroid missed earth by about 3,000 miles. Must have been quite the fucking show seeing that thing fly by. Imagine front row seats to the destruction of humanity. I woulda sat on some golden beach and swallowed all the uppers and downers my body could handle, the works, you know. I woulda gotten absolutely blasted waiting to get blasted, ha.

Wish I coulda seen it. Well now were all here, with a half assed plan. We're probably, no.. definitely gonna end up dying on this red stinkin rock. So yeah, I have a right to be mad, ok? You wanna make me feel guilty for saying yes to it, alright, maybe thats fair. But look who's laughing now. You all get to keep breathin that nice fresh air while I stay in our "quarantined oxygen zone". You get to go to the yankees stadium and watch a bunch of idiots throw a ball around. You get to go to fuckin Paris and fuck some french babe at the top of the goddamn thing yelling "Liberty!" at the top of your lungs if that's what you wanted. I mean you get to go to the fucking sea and just float on the salt water, letting the waves wash everything away. I don't got none of that. All I have is red, red and more red. Here's to you, Earth.