Aimless Sunday

Enjoying a reprieve from the old factory in the form of a three day weekend. It’s a lazy Sunday as I split my time between the computer and laying on the couch.

Laying down with my eyes closed thinking of where I’ve been where I’m headed. At thirty-two I’ve a lot of years left, but I’ve burned quite a few too.

This is a cryptic post, oh well, all I can say is when you spend days in the factory and nights consumed with writing you start to question your sanity. I’ve had a lifelong obsession with laying down words with no time for anything else and I have to wonder if that is exactly why I am stuck in this factory life. I have dreams in my pocket and poems in my heart, but that doesn’t pay my bills.

But it’s Sunday
and all is alright in the universe

I layed down some pretty strong lines last night and I’ve added a few audio pieces over at my web site. Check it out.



Why a blog?
Because talking to this computer imagining that people are actually reading is better than talking to myself.
Because if someone is out there reading, I’m not technically drinking alone.
I don’t know what I hope to accomplish by starting this blog, other than amusing myself. Regardless, I’ll be posting here and there, and bulking up on links and such.