FAITH NO MORE

I won’t tell you my name, what I do, or what my dreams are. What does it really matter anyway? You have all those things too and I don’t really care about them.

I’m a New Yorker who’s rapidly approaching his late 30’s. I’m talented and lacking energy. I hate money, but I crave it. Mostly, for all the wrong reasons. Christ, if I had enough of it I’d gamble all the time with a face full of blow and a drink in each hand. I’ll let you know that I love the Yankees, Knicks, Rangers, and the motherfucking Giants. I love this city.

I loved this city before Rudy shipped all the homeless to Florida, painted over all the graffiti, and pretended not to be shitting his pants when his office was destroyed on 9-11.
I loved this city more each time I had to move back from failed adventures in the N.E . and the deep South. I’m not even gonna fake a smile for Macon, Georgia or the mutants that live there. It’s a fucked up place. To be clear, I didn’t live there, but I took a day trip out a curiosity while binging on the various substances made available to me. Never did I entertain the idea that an overnight adventure was in the cards. That would have been suicide.

Enough background on me.

I don’t read anyone’s blog or live journals, so if this work infringes on anyone’s “thing”…..opps and sorry. I have, for some time now, been logging the songs I wake up with in my head for personal edification. I’ve come to realize that my subconscious has been leaving me these puddles to splash in, not jump over. Each entry of mine will have a “headline” that shares the title of the song I woke up with in my ears. Or, in some cases, just the band’s name. There are days when I have more than one song in my brain, but we’ll leave that alone for now. I haven’t even told any of my shrinks that information and I’ve already blabbed it to you.

What I report to you will be 100% truthful observation and personal honesty. I don’t follow anyone else’s blog/journal. I am also not going to use bullshit words to sound clever. Just the spontaneous words that explain my thoughts clearly and with my natural charm. Fuck face