STOP BRAIN. STOP.

more water.

shoulders sore?

exercise. exercise. exercise.

boredom.

i need people.

i need people to talk to.

DO NOT THINK TOO MUCH.

money. money. money.

need money.

be alert.

be present.

be observant.

I AM OBSERVANT.

we are sad.

we are sick.

we have succumbed to THE MAN.

long hours. little pay.

living in tiny suburban homes and driving big trucks with big wheels and loud mufflers.

stuck in daily traffic.

morning rush hour.

evening rush hour.

one hour lunches.

on the clock.

on the clock.

on the clock.

rush home (there is no RUSH in rush hour) to watch shitty tv on your shitty couch.

rushing out to your kids sporting events.

screaming parents.

terrible role models.

terribly sad lives.

what’s the alternative?

is there an alternative?

i make shitty money following my dreams and following my passions.

PURPOSELESSNESS FOR NOW.

hope to find some purpose at some point.

i should write columns on people.

write daily articles on our society.

critique our system.

critique our leaders.

why is our cost of living so high?

why do politicians make so much money?

why do we have so many different opinions on so many important world issues and events?

where are we all getting our info from?

FOLLOW YOUR GUT.

FOLLOW MY GUT.

MY GUT IS USUALLY RIGHT.

i may have found my purpose.

NOTANOTHERPHONY.

life is long and life is short.

cough still lingering after a month.

knee injury healing (right one).

still getting zits.

still bald although i have grown out the non bald part of my hair and i look like an aging alcoholic with no home. no future. i like this look.

arms are sore.

shoulders are sore.

left heel is sore.

left knee a little sore.

aging gracefully like a fine red wine.

still, somewhat, purposelessness but i am starting to accept that and also accept what comes my way.

JUST BE ME.

I AM AN AMAZING ME.

i light up rooms.

i light up lives.

i light up friends.

i light up strangers.

“you light up my life.”

sad songs are sad.

i love feeling sad.

do i?

i love feeling.

feelings.

JOY.

HAPPINIESS.

HOPE.

PLEASURE.

PAIN.

JOY.

JOY.

JOY.

POLITICAL PEASANTS.

WHY DO WE LET THESE MAGGOTS RUIN OUR WORLD?

DO NOT THINK!!!

LIVE AND LOVE AND CONNECT.

life is short.

long when you are a kid but as you age life seems to get shorter and shorter.

DO NOT WASTE TIME ON NEGATIVE PEOPLE.

LOVE.

LIVE.

JOY.

NO MORE OXYS.

shoulders still sore.

not the greatest sleep.

NO MORE OXYS!!!

feeling awake.

knee feeling much better.

the world is in chaos but i work much better in chaos.

shoulders.

shoulders.

shoulders.

why do my shoulders hurt?

yoga.

meditation.

gym.

soups.

i want to eat more soups.

bring joy and freedom to people.

CHEER THEM UP.

money.

money.

money.

i must find a way to make more money.

what excites me?

what brings me joy?

what sets me on fire?

what do i love?

CREATE.

CREATING.

TALKING AND LEARNING.

deep dreams in a restless state.

NO MORE DRUGS.

SAY NO TO DRUGS?

jordan peterson?

pierre poilievre/

justin trudeau?

donald trump?

joe biden?

doug ford?

all healthy egos.

since when did jordan peterson become the expert on everything? he is a professor of psychology.

psychologists are usually as fucked up as their patients.

i know.

i wanted to become one.

random life.

a month into 2024 and my mind is getting clearer. my intentions are getting clearer. my angst is lessening. my ego is lessening and i have realized that we are all just as fucked and just as lost as each other but money masks a lot.

i had such vivid dreams last night. all involved women, drinking, almost fucking, waking up in random houses on random streets, and one even involved my male friend making a pass on me.

they also included trying to piece the nights together and having to somehow someway make it home to face the wrath of my wife.

SHAME.

i was in random bars.

random steamrooms.

random apartments.

i had random phone numbers.

i was getting kicked out of random hotels.

i had random clothes on.

i had some random and uneven moustache.

IT WAS A NIGHTMARE OF EPIC PROPORTION.

maybe the dreams were meant to show me that that type of life was not all fun and games.

lots of uncertainty.

lots of fun.

lots of confusion.

lots of shame.

SHAME.

STRESS.

CONFUSION.

ANXIETY.

UNCERTAINTY.

FUN NIGHTS.

LOTS OF LIES.

LIES AND DECEPTION.

TWO FEET FIRMLY PLANTED ON THE GROUND IS THE GOAL.

is it?

LIVE LOVE AND LEARN.

friday. 4am

coffee.

pouring rain outside.

djokovic got destroyed.

beard and hair getting longer and bushier.

i love looking dirty and different.

not sure why but i do.

murphy laying beside me.

triggy snoring in the other bedroom.

excited for a new day and a new half a dollar.

my knee is getting better and i am, currently, becoming more positive. more clear. more determined. working with a chip on my shoulder.

i prefer cities to suburbs.

more diversity.

more culture.

more energy.

more restaurants.

more entertainment.

more history.

more fire.

more alive.

more hopeful.

hopeful and energetic.

optimistic and energetic.

curious and energetic.

positive curiosity to live life and learn.

love and learn.

live and explore.

live and love.

love people.

love dogs.

love coffee.

love beer.

love wine.

love good food.

love good conversations.

love running.

love cycling.

love tennis.

love acting.

love creating.

love my family.

love fucking.

love the chase.

love the unknown.

LIVE LOVE AND LEARN.