I leave for Texas at six tomorrow morning
and will spend the next several days
trying to forget the fact that
I am thereIt pays the bills but
god damn, do I
hate Texas.
if I judge life on the basis of my financial status
my writing becomes valueless, wilts into the ether
like a bed of flowers in November, and
my photography becomes paramount
the most important thing that I will ever do
and everything else in the world
becomes mostly irrelevant.
that’s why I try my hardest to view the quality of my life
not upon the amount of money that I have earned
and pissed away; but instead
on the amount of time it took
to distract me enough that I forgot my own bullshit
for even a little, momentary
isolated stretch of time.
and when you judge life on that basis alone,
my writing becomes the most important thing
and the garbage trucks come
once a week like
clockwork.
It has been so amazing to experience this rush of support for my book. I only have two copies left of the first batch and have shipped the thing to Germany, Switzerland, Brazil, Alaska, and all around the continental United States. It has been so overwhelming lately, and this process has been just so relieving to me. I love you people.
I Could Taste The Asphalt On My Tongue
My recent working vacation to Florida. Third installment of my 2016 VidBlog series.
Music by AIR
Not that anybody probably gives a shit, but I’m about 99% done with my book and it’s the proudest I’ve ever been of anything I’ve written.
It took me 13 years before I found a way to make money with my skills. Don’t let the bastards convince you to stop. Keep your nose against the asphalt and keep grinding. Keep falling until you trip into something that works.
It will.