Ugh, the dreaded time of life. Growing down. Spending thoughts of mine that could be put to use analyzing my overgrown love of violent comic books and mentholated cigarettes(weird, right?) are spent thinking about student loans that I need or hours of work that I spend doing little except bitch about the fact that I HAVE to be there.

Recently, I have been chasing focus. Nothing serious or truly noteworthy, in the jaundiced American eye anyway, but a focal point for me to enjoy to live to feel to not fuck up. Myself seems like a waste. I take myself for granted and in that sense I can never actually become the man that could rise. Since most of my venal, carnal, self-serving pursuits come fairly easily to me, that is all they become, as there is no appreciation from the effort that did not raise these fruits. I am trying to be sharpened, molded and reformed. I am not the true steel, just strong brittle iron ore... unrefined and coarse. The forging will be a process I do not embrace and I feel like this is why it has been so long in the coming.

I am lazy.

So now here is the meat- for all of you from me- Lock it the fuck down. Do you. What is your strength? What makes you better? Figure it the fuck out and chase chase chase baby, to the bitter middle or the glorious fucking begining. Be comforted and walk your light. Win a title. Bake a cake. Make a child. Get published. Do what you can to look that beautiful cunt greatness in the eye and say "How do you like them apples, Bitch!?" Be untouchable, or rather BE touchable. It's the only way.