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It's been awhile... Having just a few days previous attempted the online equivalent of drunk dialing and being utterly ignored (well, in all fairness, she did remove me as a friend on Facebook.) I'm not exactly flying high here folks. Quite the opposite in fact. I'd love to crawl into a dark place and die but I'm afraid that's just not an option at this late date. Neither is drinking myself into a coma, the bars have long since closed and there's not a drop of liquor in this place. Probably best to try and catch that wagon, see if I can't manage to hop on this time...
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And so I write. The question that is foremost on my mind is age old; Is it truly better to have loved and lost?? Right now I would have to say that the answer is unequivocally NO. Not at all. Perhaps tomorrow I shall feel differently.
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I have an uncanny ability to completely fuck up everything that's ever meant anything to me in my life, and I'm not sure why I insist on using it. Four pitchers of beer?? Why not take a nice late night motorcycle ride?? Now, after a brief stay in the old gray bar hotel, I have my first official DUI, a right leg that resembles raw hamburger, and Pops is laid up in an Atlanta hospital with a brand new piece of pipe for a leg bone! Good Times?? No, indeed.
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On the plus side, my Muse seems to have awakened from her months long power nap, and oh boy, is that bitch pissed off! She's spoiling for a fight, and I am just the man-child to give it to her...
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If I can scrape up some currency I believe I'll head out West, first back to Cali and then to The Big Easy for some much needed R&R of the best kind, the kind that helps people.
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That will hopefully carry me over to Burn Time or thereabouts. Afterwards, if the Muse stays on her game, I should have enough for a "book" of some kind. (Books are these things with words that you read. Like tv only better because the picture is in your head!) Maybe I can finally publish some of this insane drivel I've been banging out and halfheartedly submitting these past few years. Or Maybe I'll meet a rich Brazilian beauty in "Naawlins" and set sail for parts unknown, never to be seen again. Only time will tell. Stay tuned!
