scraping rock bottom

OK. Well it is sunday and I feel a little like my normal self again. As I get older, and wiser, I have begun to find a solution to everything. Over the course of the last week, my roommate has been out of town and I've eaten $45 worth of potato chips, consumed one bottle of Effen Vodka and 3 Shiraz while staying up until 3am each night playing Sim City and Skyping with 4 extremely HOT mexicans from Gay.Com Mexico. I've only made a dent in my Thanksgiving Day Dime bag, so most of this bender has been triggered by nothing more than a few Fleet Enemas and digital gluttony. I've been distracting myself with this raw lust as a cover up of some very painful emotions.

I quit my job at the restaurant and have been collecting unemployement. I did some work last month which is good. I saw the side of my face on a couple bus posters out in Culver City. I feel like it was very foolish to let my ego get in the way of my work habits. Bad attitude from the clientele and staff of that horrible restaurant was a bit more than I had time for, so I took the ez way out and quit. People here in Los Angeles are so different, and it pains me to be in their company sometimes.





I want to be an artist and everybody wants to fight with me but I'll have no time to focus on myself if I have to keep fighting with people. Just let me do my thing, damnit.