By the time I started to know my musical stuff pretty well technically, I was too isolated to have any really good content. So, I work on projects with names like M.H.D. – Y’know, the kind of stuff that most people can’t relate to.
No, scratch that. I’M still pretty raw. One more ‘Clean’ weekend to go and then… I dunno what happens. It’s a weird place. There really isn’t any incentive for me to do anything anymore… It’s pretty sad.
So I make up silly make believe reasons just to function… Like I’ll pretend I’m a Cult Leader of the Branch Idjubians. The government has determined that my music is so bad – that it’s dangerous. They have no choice but to take me out, and with extreme prejudice. Full on S.W.A.T. team style… and I’m like ‘Fuck these DOUCHEBAGS!’ – they don’t get it – they’ll NEVER get it.
Isn’t that the most common request in Washington DC right now? This is GREAT! What an awesome time to get sober. Not only is it National Recovery Month, but there’s also THE NEWS!! I mean I’m a news junkie to begin with but, this is almost an overdose.
There’s a downside though. Nobody gave a flying fuck about the US coming to an agreement with Universal Postal Union. That and Oh, California…
Needless to say, I find great catharsis in a good Ol’ Ginned
up tirade. Keep on the douchebag you talking heads. The olives are on me.