On Perception

I've already lost my train of thought, but I just want to get some words going here and I hope that as the night progresses I can remember the insightful things that I think of. So that I can get some sort of record on my own life. Leave some remnant of a human existence. Hopefully I can be remembered for a couple generations. That's all I ask. To be remembered for a couple generations.

As a sort of despondant, I'll passive agressively write about my past week. Fuck that. I don't do passive agressive. 

This week I don't have to work. This is because we doubled revenue this year, so my boss gave me the week off PAID. It's like my Christmas bonus. So I get a week to get wasted every night. And see life from the other side. I am planning on writing a few chapters on my cult book this week. I think I could crank out a few chapters. Just hoping I don't turn into a drug addict first. That is my struggle. Writer vs. Drug addict. That is a UFC fight I would pay to watch.

Speaking of watching games I watched the Jazz game tonight at the O'Shucks bar on 100 south. Jazz won barely, even though they were up by 20 points at first. There was a hard body at the bar, but her friend ran "Reality Kings" and "Wicked" a couple porn producers. Which was weird because he seemed like a total dork. He was falling all over this girl's boobs.

Half the time I think me life is going to careen into addiction and prison. But I am pleasantly surprised to find out that the world appreciates people like me. Which is good. Because I always felt sort of like a reject growing up.