What Next?

Hey I am an odd person. This isn't one of the things that I just realized, it has been my cross to bear for many years. Possibly God chose me to live this life because I was an average guy in the past. More than likely this has been the ordinary thing for my soul to suffer. I grew up a lonely child, alienated from the other children. I didn't think like the other people around me. I set my self apart in a time during a child's life when all one wants to do is fit in. My story is different and violent. I have a hard time relating to ordinary people, yet I am lucky to be able to attract extraordinary ones.
Most women will not speak to me , not for long anyway. I have no problem talking to women, the problem is finding women that will talk back to me. I have found that the higher the intelligence quotient of the woman the more likely I am to get further than Hi I am Tom. Being that women are mostly money hungry idiots I find that I am a stranger in a strange land, one which finds me strange. I have written quite often about how I am scared to die alone. That may be the only thing I fear. I don't need a woman to hold my hand while we walk down a dirt road in Texas, I want the woman who is going to hold my hand while I am dying. I have found several things that are bad in life. I believe the only thing worse than living alone is dying alone. I also believe that the only thing worse than not knowing who you are is knowing who you are and realizing there is no place in this world for you.
The stories I imagine are lonely stories where the guy doesn't get the girl. I also have an idea for another story set around 1950. It involves a WWII veteran who becomes a drifter type serial killer. He would drives a V-8 Ford sedan and wear Ely Plains shirts, Levis and cowboy boots. When he pulls up to the highway intersection in the country you can see his boots and jeans and see his identification tag swinging on his keys in the ignition switch while Hank Williams plays on the car radio. I love it.