treason

Got a slim 3' xmas tree from the farmer's market in union square; I think it is the 1st xmas tree I've had in my living space since I left home at 17. Its very comforting and cozy. My friends keep losing their jobs. I have a nice cozy job, and get to spend 40-50 hours a week thinking out-of-the-box about stupid bullshit and thinking creatively to solve meaningless problems and make a big pile of money for others. I get to expend lots of energy trying to cover my ass and the people who work for me when incompetent lazy people screw up and try to cover their asses by throwing blame around to see where it sticks. I enjoy work, and often leave work with a sense of satisfaction and pride in myself and my team. I'm hoping for a raise so I can buy some shit. I try not to think about all the energy I've put into working these jobs and what it would have amounted to if it had been expended in the role of a full-time artiste.
I keep playing the rock music, despite the fact that I am way past the age that I assumed, when I was a lad, I would either be dead or a retired rock star, with my millions and a scottish castle for doing magickal workings to alter the course of human history and prepare myself for the journey beyond. Perhaps it is because I do not own the correct effect pedal for my guitar. Perhaps if I continue to pore over the effect pedal listings on ebay and wait patiently for the raise, I will attain the grade of Magus and make my mark upon the world.