I rekon it's time to fess up and face the fact that I'm NOT happy. I'm sick of my routine... tired of lazy roomates with the piss poor attitude of 'it's not my responsibility', tired of being chained by debt. Recently I've been thinkin bout Nashville. I rekon I need to be finding a way to blow this joint and head back to the town of my birth... despite the sheer level of investment and commitment I have made in my attempt to 'make it' in Oakland, I have merely ended up with near bankruptcy and no time or financial freedom to actually use the metal studio, sculpture studuio, glass studio time, and potential for self expression that I have attained. I guess we got roomies... finallly... like the last day of April. They are a couple and I guess are moving in June but paid for May. Maybe they will rock and the whole vibe of this place will change, untill then, I still have to figure out why despite my posting every bill, our PG&E is consistently two months behind regardless of my best attempts to get people to pay, and now there is confusion over who owes what which is gonna merely add to my financial woes. I just don't give a shit. At this point I might as well just add it to my inevitable bankruptcy tally as the effort of having to work it out and prove to my roomates the obvious... that they have NOT been paying the fucking bill... is too much BS for me to even focus on given my impending implosion. Oak town is cool and all, but if you don't fit in to one of two categories in this town... as an artist... you're f-d mate. I never have been one to fit into categories. As a Mr in Nashvegas once told me... Fuck It. 
