Fat Smelly Liar

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Time sure has a way of making a fat smelly liar out of me.  Well…time, work, kids, dipshit neighbors who crank gangster rap at 11:45 on a Tuesday night.  White kids…when will they ever learn?

I guess my big problem is I want to do everything.  I want to write music, write books, draw comics, wrestle alligators, hone my psychic powers…  I want to do it all and yet NOTHING ever gets done.  Maybe I need to pick one thing and toss the rest away like discarded dolphin carcasses.  That would probably be a start.

Or maybe it’s my severe ADD.  Boredom can be a bitch of an instigator when it comes to problems with holding your own attention.  Specially when you’re man I could go for a pizza right now. PURPLE!

See?

The other part of me feels like it’s hopeless.  For everything I want to do, there’s someone out there who is so damn better that it makes me want to swan dive off a moving fire truck.  Know what I mean?

I know.  I know.  WAAAH…Someone put a band-aid on Wit’s vagina.  MY VAGINA DOESN’T NEED ONE!

The good news for me (and the folks who have to live with me) is that I’ve decided to focus on two things I really enjoy and let the rest sort of fall away.  Writing and Music.

Hopefully I remember to put pants on.

The really good news is that I will start posting portions of my new fiction starting tomorrow.  I’m thinking once or twice a week is plenty.  Please feel free to let me know.

-wit