"Art teaches nothing, except the significance of life"
I chased her around the world. She noticed, then stopped to ask, "okay-what do you want?" And like a fuck'n mutt chasing a car. When I finally caught up to it, I had no idea what to say or do... Oh well, it was fun though. 1998, one morning durring the final death rattle of grunge I decided to go home.
I got a job from that same company I was rock band-aiding around for a time. I had transformed into that dude with the clip board, then, along with a few others like myself, turned into a pioneer-barricade groupy jumper of tour and got almost famous..
Those were the good ol days. The good ol days before the internet finaly changed everything.
Things change. Times change. It has too. I feel it is time to change things up a bit. But in my life, when I need change, I usually need motivation, or a muse, or my friends; maybe.
When the going gets tough blah blah blah. There were times when I was "#the walking dead" and there were times I was so alive I was insane.
I was an arrogant stuck up piece of work back then. Later I was humbled via car crash and harsh words. I felt so foolish to be who I was but grateful to make the mistakes. Mistakes, sometimes ya-gotta-make them just to make them, not to learn anything or to gain anything or to lose anything but just simply to make them and be a creature of substance.