Lately, writing and I haven’t been getting along well. A toddler can assemble a sentence with magnetic poetry easier than I can write a record review these days, I tells ya. I suppose it’s just fatigue from all the health crap on top of my bout with covid last month and the general weight of being a bladder-free bald man in today’s society. But deep inside me, I fear that if I don’t use it, I will lose it. I don’t claim to be a great wordsmith, but writing is all I got. It’s the one thing that has been constant throughout my life and the sole thing I do with confidence. If my ability to extol the virtues of cacophony flies the coop, what will I do to fulfill my creativity and fill my pockets with money for sweets?
After three books and too much fucking wordage floating around on the world wide web and in print, maybe it’s okay to take a breather and see how things shake out by the end of the year. Perhaps in the meantime, I’ll stumble upon a rewarding hobby or be magically scooped up off this island of ignorant morons known as Long Island or the feeling of contention will finally wash over me. For now, I am consciously spent. Gimme some time and hopefully I’ll have something for you ASAP.
For now, here’s my appearance on the What Are You Listening To? podcast from a few weeks ago. It was a fun time and I look forward to ending up on the show in the future. Thanks to Mike and Artie “Milhouse” for the invite.
We're not going anywhere! BTW love ANIMAL PISS, IT'S EVERYWHERE!