More. Enjoy... if you dare.
PS: I will start doodling again soon. I think I hope I tell myself but myself is somewhat busy and distracted. myself would like classes to re-invigorate his right thus left or vice versa (I never remember which side of the brain does what thing.). Myself is trying to maintain artistic relevance. Mtself depends on spellcheck. Myself is a sucker for a text message and is brave only in the stupidest possible ways and never the ways that matter.
I had a discussion in spanglish with the janitor at the theatre today. He's a very hopeful guy. No drink, no smoke. Viva con mucha responsibilidad. En los anos pasado, el lei muchas libros (uno por mes) como la possibilidades de decisiones. Self-help type stuff. Never really believed in the sole responsibility of decisions to determine one's fate. I have to give credit to the slings and arrows of misfortune. People born one way or another or in this situation or that. A meritocracy is a mirage, a romantic one nonetheless.
More interviews this coming Tuesday. I plan on success. Because I am the mothherfucking shit. Yeah bitch. And so on.
I am looking forward to seeing my brother this January. I think it will be the highlight of my year (unless some smart-cute girl who can put up with my bullshit decides to take interest in me - hint hint - ). There will be violence and emotional scars but he's the best, Seriously. Nobody can curse, smoke, drink, complain or make a joke like this guy can. He's my hero despite the fact that half our conversations are just him bitching about random shit and calling me names.
Screen captures from interviews coming soon.