I used to have everything pretty well together.

I'm in the lobby of a hotel, glass washed out with light on all sides. I get on the elevator and head on up to my room. I'm in the room for a bit and a few people walk in. I realize I know them, but I don't know them. Man, woman and child. I start talking about bullet proof vests with the child, but for some reason have a wrist brace in my hand ( Read more... )

I've predicated my existence and created my self identity around being alone.
So why is it that everyone feels that they need to set me up?

Consume : Produce

That is the cycle.

And I'd be lying if I claimed it wasn't Kanye West who threw me into overdrive.

Greatness baby, greatness right here.

I more regret the risks I never took than the mistakes I've ever made.

Ya know, you figure after all these years I'd be a bit more jaded.
But I'm still a hopeless romantic, I can't help it.
And frankly, I don't know if I want too.

I just realized that when I slide into a social situation I tend to stay quiet for long enough to figure out everyone's mood and where the conversations are going ( Read more... )

I also think I'm going to rent a cabin in the middle of nowhere for a week this winter. Just go up there with the recording rig, guitars, drums and myself.

Oh. And booze.

I really wanted to write a long and rambling piece about the Chicago bid for the 2016 Olympic Games and how much so many people are looking at it as the shining beacon to give the local construction industry some hope. But I can't bring myself to write ( Read more... )

Things my mother says to me while I'm drinking a third Fat Tire Ale in the course of four hours and playing XBox Live ( Read more... )