Scars and Sanity

So, what am I doing? Continuing a random mental theme I've had going for a while, what the fuck am I doing with my life? Slumped unwashed in front of a laptop, slurping rum and apple, reeking of cigarette smoke, tapping out useless and hateful thoughts. I really should be a journalist.

That is pretty much what this is. Part gonzo self-reportage, part internal monologue, part harsh critique of small town life. Its good to keep my thoughts somewhere. One day this could be the inspiration for a book. One day... everything comes down to 'one day'. Then we go and get wasted and that day recedes ever further into the mists. It doesn't do to be too hopeful in a place like this.