Spending some time at the end of my day going through a folder of poems I wrote eons ago. Why don’t I still write them? Why do I write only one, maybe two a year? I wrote dozens, thousands, millions of them. Yes, I’d hit 20% gold, but at that rate, that’s a good collection. …
Category Archives: Journal
Paddle
I hate Facebook as much as I hate many aspects of and activities in my life. The first step would be liberating myself from Facebook, but I still need it. You know, just in case I miss something. It’s the same reason why I keep going to the same coffee shop every goddamn day (sometimes …
Awaken Mistaken
How did I get here? By signing my name on the dotted line. Who signed me in? You know who. Fuck that guy. He expected the consequences, but doesn’t want to live with them. Nobody forced him to a consigned life of agitation; he let it happen to himself. Next time I see him, I’ll …
Ritorno
What about moving back to Arkansas? Why does that sound like a good idea? No, not moving back to Texarkana (never back to Texarkana). Was thinking about it while making my bed tonight. What if? Where? Fayetteville or Hot Springs? And, seriously, how would I make money? I’m so shell-shocked by my current job. Maybe …
Avoidant
I can only feel something good when I’m drunk. Because I’m nervous as fuck when I’m around you people. And that fact makes me more nervous. I keep hoping I’ll have a breakthrough, a glorious moment when I’ll realize where I actually am, what the consequences actually are, and where I’ll stop giving actual fucks …