I know I’ve been all over the place the last two weeks, and that’s either super unprofessional or just being an unstable artist. Who am I kidding it’s super unprofessional. News is after 30 years on this planet I’m on my first lifetime regret. Which isn’t to say I’ve never regretted anything, I have regrets all the time, little regrets. The big ones, the lifetime regrets are something that will effect you for years to come. And now I have one. I think 30 years was a pretty damn good streak. Here’s to another 30, hopefully.
Anyways, in fifteen minutes I have to commute to Churchkey to bartend for eight hours, then I go home to sleep for seven hours then I get to wake up and drive for seven hours to Long Beach California. I’ll be down there for around a week visiting friends and family and trying to think positive and accept the consequences of my choices. I have decided as a healthy distraction I will be dyno-documenting the trip on Instagram with a small plastic friend of mine, so if you don’t follow me on there my username is 37pages.
I promise after this month and this year is over I am going to dedicate myself to the new book and start fostering kittens, I’m going to be a better more productive person.