The sploit man has returned. Not that I went anywhere. I just wasn’t here. Those of you that aren’t worried are pissed. I know. I saw the emails. And the comments. Don’t even talk to me about Nightmare Confessions going down for a couple days. I know! I just got all overwhelmed and the more shit piled up the more I just wanted to hide and then that’s just more shit and more hiding and more shit and more hiding and more shit and more hi! is that a pile of shit I’m sitting on?! Sweet.
Mom gets on my case about how I do better when I’ve got myself a routine and I’m beginning to think she might know what she’s talking about. The last few months. I don’t know. They’ve just been hell and there’s just no fucking escaping it, you know. I mean I’d give anything to just crawl into a bed and sleep for days but, yeah, like that would help. So I’m trying this routine thing and it seems to be working out pretty good. I’m still not right but I’m doing a heck of a lot better. Some might even say I’m back to being me and that’s pretty damn good.
I guess that’s why I stopped posting. I just couldn’t, you know. Two years of this crap just really messes with you. You get to the point where you think of anything and everything that you could possibly do to just make it all go away and some of those ideas are really stupid. I’m not saying that I took any of those ideas seriously but if I’d actually written them down? If I could go back and read weeks or months of archives of that shit? Talk about making a boy feel hopeless. Who needs that? Seriously.
Anyway.
I am busting out of the City for few days to visit the folks down in Florida. Four fucking days in oldville woulda killed me back in the day. As soon as the last of those early bird dinner plates hit the buffet the town closes down. Rumor is there’s a bar somewhere but shit what’s the point when the chicks are polydent addicts. It’s the anti New York. It’s gonna be awesome. My parents don’t even have a computer. I bet there’s not even a wireless signal for miles. Four glorious days of no headaches. It is so gonna be worth all the crap they’re gonna give me for ditching the “good” job and chasing some dream in NYC.
I’ve even got a plan for when I’m down there. I mean aside from the turkey and leftover turkey and turkey sandwiches and stuffing and mashed potatoes and green beans and pie and damn I can’t wait for some real food. I’m gonna dig into that map that I’ve been talking about for ages now. I even got myself some printouts! Gotta give a shoutout to Mapmaker and Obtusitivity for those. They’re not right but they ain’t bad. It’s kinda hard for me to like go all birdseye view in some places so don’t know what all is wrong with them but I’ll give it a go.
And now for some comments on some comments…
Thanks for all the messages about the diamond thing. I gotta be honest, I don’t really know what in the heck you’re talking about. Chakras? Mind’s eye? Diamonds? Crowns? Yeah, that all sounds like a bunch of new age mumbo jumbo to me. I mean, I’m not saying that’s bad, but it’s not really my thing.
Dante: I appreciate the slack and the message delivery. I’ve got a question though – what do you mean by CAREFUL DREAMER SACHO? Is that like BEWARE FALLING ROCK? Back when we were kids, we had this one kid convinced there was an Indian named Falling Rock running around scalping people and they put up signs where he’d been seen. Kid was freaked! So, um, yeah, should I be careful of a dreamer named Sacho? Cause, I gotta say I don’t know anyone named Sacho.
Dav: thanks for the heads up on Max. Just listened to the last few messages. Two ewes and an eff. Sounds like I should have been down by the docks. I found myself a good place out by the lake and have been hanging out there when I’m not by the wall. I missed the drums, but word is they could hear em out there echoing off the mountains. Craziness.
RavenWolf: I think I’ve got some of the issues with Nightmare Confessions worked out – let me know if you’ve run into any more problems!
