I am a 31-year-old man. I have lived on this planet long enough to have now outlived several famous musicians. I’m now old enough to have not been trusted back in the 1960s. I’m only nine years younger than John Lennon was when he was fucking murdered.
And yet…
I am now just becoming fully aware of my vantage point in life…which is perfect time for this juncture I face in my life. You see, as I try to become a trusted resource in this lifetime for a valid and needed opinion on any subject whether as a journalist, musician, or any other creative media artist, I need to know who in the holy fuck I am.
I’m getting there. To that precipice.
But anticipation building is not healthy right now. So instead I just have to keep digging into my thoughts as deeply as I can so that I can only export the honesty. If it’s not honest, if it’s not genuine, it’s just more noise.
I apologize if you read this.
And Into the Garbage Chute we go. (Hack!)
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