sonofapunk

Happy New Year.

As fucking lame as this sounds: One cup of coffee changed my life.

Now I feel like an idiot saying that, 'cause I like to be in control of my life, my actions, my destiny, despite what chance gives me. But wow...

I had a couple rough nights, and work was taking its toll on my soul (rhyme!), so I decided to soak in a little caffeine. I put two packets of dark rich hot chocolate mix in a big cup, and added about two cups of coffee. I was all cranky until the caffeine hit me.

Whether it's generated for mass population control, or used as a crutch to wake up, it doesn't matter. I liked it. I never drink coffee. I don't like dependencies. I fucking hate dependencies. I am my own being. I don't want to "need" coffee to wake up. That's just more money our of my already (intentionally) shallow pockets, and another thing another I put a random company in control of. Fuck that.

And I used to abuse Coca-Cola. Back when I weighed 120lbs more than I do now, I drank 2-16 litres of cola a day. I am never going back there again.

But fuck, that was fun! Jittery and twitcy as fuck, all wired out on coffee. Hehe. The best part, is while working my ass off, I had a billion thoughts coming at me at all directions. I annihilated the work day, went downtown, and partied the night away with some lovelies. It was rad.

The best part: I planned the out come of the next long while of my life.

One cup of coffee (with some hot chocolate mix in there, for fun (...can't be all serious you know!)) has forever sculpted the rest of my life.

I brought up all of my plans with all of whom it concerns, and outlooks are perfect.

Shit is coming together.

I am getting shit done.

Now, I live by the whole "There is no tomorrow, There is no yesterday" philosophy to some extent, and I'm very much about the now, the today... And I'm all about making the world a better place, so with that comes the need for a lot of foresight, right? But goddamn... Shit is planned, and coming together nicely. I am allowing a lot of room for the whole living-each-day-as-if-it-were-your-last thing, and I can't say for certain what will happen... Hell, I really don't know what's going to happen. But I'll tell you one thing I'm fucking sure of:

I know that I am bound for greatness.

I don't even know where to begin...

We have created "The Wreck In Pitt". It's a huge one-point-five acre property, with a parking lot, a massive BBQ yard, three storeys high, 5 bedrooms, three living rooms, a giant garage... The whole deal comes with a liquor license, so we can sell booze on the property. It's basically where my band, The Wrecktals, have all went in on living in a house in the town of Pitt Meadows. Hence, "The Wreck In Pitt". That's the official name, but I know lazyasses (myself included) are just gonna call it "Wreck House" most of the time. It's a fucking sty, but we're working on it. And so far, our hard work is paying off greatly. There was a fucking murder there in '78 that we had to clean up after. That was interesting. We had a fully decomposed dead rat and many flies and maggots and rat poops to call our own for a couple days there too! It was fun shit! But it's all being fully sanitized and purged. This shit is going to be fucking rad. Best punk venue in BC. For sure.

I really like having something to pour my blood, sweat and tears into. The whole place is going to be demo'd in '09 we suspect, but we're looking into it, and we're working out everything to find what would be a worthwhile investment between irrelevent and timeworthy. It's hard. We want to deck the place out to the fucking nines, but we have to use only have of our massive shaft on this one, seeing as they're knocking it over eventually. We don't want to invest too much time and money and work into something that won't be ours for too long. So again, each step is calculated, processed, and then initiated.

Makin' shit come together!

I'm being promoted at work. They love me, and they love me lots. They want me to start calling shots. I instruct the fuck out of everyone, train, and I'm the mediator between everyone in the kitchen. The people I absofuckinglutely hate with a fiery passion, I still get along with because I'm professional. Fuck you, I'm not the man. I just understand a worthwhile and positive compromise when I see one! And it's gonna pay the fucking bills nicely as I allow myself to do whatever I like, and whenever I like. I win!

My band is the shit. I'm just going to let you all know right now, that we're gonna make a big sound.

One day of work this week on Wednesday.

New tattoo on Thursday.

Physio on Friday.

Party tonight and tomorrow.

I gotta go. The Wreck House AKA "The Wreck In Pitt" needs a few hours of work into it before we party. And tonight, to bring in the New Year, I will drink one 40oz. One forty to bring in the New Year of rockin' forties...

I have too much to say and too little time to do so.

I'm too busy making dreams come true.

Again, Happy New Year.

Live. Love.

- PunkerSlut/Stoph

[PS - I will try to make Vlogs once I can. This typing shit is ridiculous. Hehe. Sorry for the reading!]