I want to write, I really do. I want to take this thirsty tree and hydrate it with my thoughts and witty banter of days gone by providing eloquent rhetoric that engages the shit out of the five of you that may stop by to fulfill yourself with insight into the world that is me.

I don’t want to write as I did while at school. Stoner paradise lounging through life and critically analyzing with no regard for the subjects of the piece.

I don’t want to be like Mitch Joel, focused so much on the outreach of my personal brand that I have little regard for the human or artist left inside me.

Bah, my fingers just went numb. we’re done here.