wado

It's amazing how quickly my job killed my comic-con buzz. It's do-gooder work, but if its not hard-ass muther-fucker 16 hours a day drink for half of them enviro-activism, its just not activism. You've gotta be takin' it out and choppin' it up or your just a bureaucrat, and my ass is sick of being a bureaucrat. I was not built for this shit. But the dilemma, oh the dilemma, is the money, because being poor my entire life is really starting to depress me and the money is in marketing and advertising, but how can i look Bill Hicks in the face in the next life if I do that shit. How can I stand up like a cowboy hero with that great man if I go down the dark road. Fuckin shit, fu-uckin' shit.