don’t hang yourself while masturbating.

alarm goes off at 5:30am. jump out of bed. stuffy nose. murphy beside me. make a coffee. blow my nose. mind a little foggy. zoloft, zoplicone and three drinks allowed me to get a good night’s sleep but i am still tired. still lost. still confused. still restless. still searching. still watching my life fade away.

i want to run.

i want to hide.

i want to run to the hills.

i want to glide.

wanting and hoping instead of making decisions and doing.

living in a dull town for ten years and still no change. useless conversations and useless events and useless rules and useless jobs.

useless. useless. useless. harsh word. “you are a useless human being.” harsh. harsh?

useless coaches.

useless teachers.

useless politicians.

useless managers.

useless systems.

useless experts.

most people.

most jobs.

most houses.

most lives.

get a job.

work hard.

stay in school.

get married.

buy a house.

live in the suburbs.

get a dog.

do your taxes.

shave.

don’t offend.

write but write about happy things.

power of positivity.

breathe.

allow.

surrender.

let go.

don’t do drugs.

don’t be angry.

don’t fight.

don’t argue.

don’t hang yourself while masturbating.

don’t.

do’s.

the do’s and don’ts of life.

who made up these rules?

is anyone truly happy following these rules?

the clock is ticking.

hoping for another week of my life to go by so i can live two exciting days on the weekend.

another useless concept.

another dumb rule.

rules and regulations.

clock ticking.

wrinkles appearing.

grey hair.

grey beard.

tired eyes.

sore feet.

busy mind.

purpose?

passion?

joy?

what a wonderful world.

not living my best life.

the daily grind continues. up at 6. coffee. no shit. small talk with my wife. out the door at 6:30. grab another coffee and meet the crew at 7. work all day. no lunch. finish at 7pm. dirty. wet. sore feet. sore mind. drive home. shower. eat. small talk with the family and then upstairs to learn lines for auditions that i never book and never even get feedback for. zero control over my life.

NOT LIVING MY BEST LIFE.

my daughter is even embarrassed by me when it comes to my job. “tell your friend that i’m an actor NOT a labourer.” I tell her.

“Dad, then they’ll think we’re rich and when they come over they will be surprised how small our house is and they will think that I’m lying.”

busting my ass and NOT living my life for people who don’t appreciate it.

FUCK THAT.

my wife appreciates it as we need money but the money coming in just covers the money going out.

FUCK THE RICH LEADERS WHO LOVE THIS BULLSHIT SYSTEM!!!

continue to fight.

continue to fight for what i believe in.

hold my ground.

stand my ground.

know my boundaries.

follow no rules.

follow no rulebook.

FIGHT.

FIGHT.

FIGHT.

USE MY PASSION FOR GOOD.

USE MY FIRE TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THIS WORLD.

feel another shit brewing.

woke up at 5:30 today so i could write. shit. learn lines. take another shit. read.

today is going to be a fantastic day.

LOVE THE GRIND.

LOVE WHAT YOU DO.

POWER OF POSITIVITY.

EMBRACE.

ACCEPT.

FUCK THAT.

FIND OUT WHAT SETS YOU ON FIRE AND FUCKING DO IT AND LOVE DOING IT.

the art of average.

feeling down. feeling hopeless. feeling discouraged.

after two weeks of 12 hr workdays in the heat. mosquito bites. bug bites. sunburn. no running. no writing. no acting. no conversing. NO LIFE. i opened up my paycheque and it was a shocking 1500 dollars. 3 grand a month for a job that offers no life. little sleep. zero training. zero future. how do people survive on such low wages? while I am busting my old motherfucking ass day after day, shitty products like boston pizza and taco bell are making their owner’s millions of dollars. shitty movies that have producers living in million dollar mansions in malibu. shitty shoe brands. shitty clothes. shitty homes. shitty music. shitty foods. shitty products. shitty system. we applaud the wrong people. status over substance.

hiring failures to run countries.

hiring failures to run companies.

hiring failures to run sports teams.

THE ART OF NEPOTISM.

THE ART OF “THE OLD BOYS CLUB.”

the art of average.

average product with BIG marketing campaigns.

the more money you have the more people respect you. respecting you for status. status over substance. this system is shit. PERIOD. while most bust their asses week after week to barely bring home enough money to survive we have others planning weddings on mars. and the peasants applaud this system. applaud these people. can’t see the rat even when it is right in front of their nose.

RATS.

CATS.

KATS.

RATS.

KNATS.

FATS.

MATTS.

MATS.

TATS.

STATS.

BATS.

HATS.

PATS.

WOMBATS.

fuck the people.

fuck the rules.

fuck the books.

fuck the leaders.

fuck the advice.

FUCK ME.

AND FUCK YOU TOO.

notanotherphony.

changing or accepting. that is the question.

not the best sleep. too much junk before bed. habits and discipline. i must continue to work on them or not and accept that i won’t. discipline or acceptance. a daily struggle to conquer my habits or a daily dose of acceptance. I AM ME. BE ME. ACCEPT ME. I AM GOOD ENOUGH JUST AS ME.

meditating daily is going well.

a flickering kitchen light.

my Mom all alone in Oakville.

her life is slowly coming to an end and that must be hard. sad. reflecting on your life. mistakes. choices. losses. loves.

“if i could do it all over again…”

do not put off things that you can do now.

enjoy life.

live life to it’s fullest.

tell powerful stories that matter.

real stories.

real people.

real emotions.

ABANDONED.

tell my story. i do not need to follow any rules. i do not need to strive for perfection. i need to simply tell my story. THAT’S IT.

SO TELL IT.

ABANDONED.

a story of love.

a story of loss.

a story of hope.

ABANDONED.

ABANDONED.

ABANDONED.

AND HURT.

KATE SMITH.

another year is almost over and life seems to be passing by quicker and quicker. when i was young i wanted to be old but now i’m old and i want to be young again. so many people dying everyday. so much loss. so much hurt. so much pain. life can be great but, sometimes, it’s not.

LIFE STRUGGLES.

LIFE GOALS.

LIFE LOVES AND LIFE LOSSES.

LIFE.

what a great blessing.

LIFE ITSELF.

LIFE.

LIFE.

LIFE.

love more than hate.

less distractions.

more love.

less fighting.

more love.

why do my nail clippers always disappear?

i am going to buy my own and hide them.

TAKE EXTREME OWNERSHIP.

HABITS.

DAILY HABITS ALLOWS FREEDOM.

read great books.

meditate.

exercise.

write.

act.

love.

turn down the music….the fat lady is singing.

KATE SMITH.