So… The last thing I posted here, besides a test, I was off to Berlin. Well now I am on my way back. So sit back and relax, I got some really cool plans afoot.
I will be in a caravan going to music festivals and some really cool places. Stay tuned and watch this space.
In the morning we hear to the train station for a few nights in Berlin.
The last time I was there the Wall was still up and it was a city surrounded by oppression and fear. Berlin was, and from what I hear still is, a party town. I can only imagine the thoughts of former East Germans as they saw the lights and heard the sounds of their Western counterparts reveling until the dawn.
Come the morning, I will finally get to travel freely to Berlin without the fear of detainment for for opposing communism. Photos soon.
As you can see I have started writing here again. I had to pause to recover from hand surgery, the first step in becoming Wolverine.
Now that I am basically healed, I can start pecking away at the keyboard. What do I do as soon as I come back? Post some wimpy shit about my life and attack a friends boobs. Sorry.
To be fair, I think I wrote the attack piece in a fever state. I am sick as hell. This is the first cold I have had in a very long time.
So, to anyone offended… oops. I don’t apologize. I will own up and say I was wrong though.
Pass the NyQuil.
So last year at this time, I decided to promise myself something. Since New Years Resolutions always go bust, I just made a simple statement about how I was going to do something big the following year (2014).
Well I had all these great writing/photography gigs set up and thought this was my breakthrough year. I had a comic script I was working on, a novel and a host of other projects that would fulfill my definition of big. Well EDS and other mysterious illnesses foiled me along with my ineptitude. .
As my main talent these days is writing, I thought it was gonna be a cakewalk. Well enter unknown, bone eating whatever the fuck. Suddenly my hand, well pinkie but hand sounds better, was having its bones chomped on, and it hurt. I went to my ortho doc and he thought it was some arthritis shit. He goes in, fuses finger joints and tests to see what it was. He couldn’t find out, it was some anomaly. So I am laid up for months with some Wolverine, metal rod stuck in my finger. Typing is hard one handed people.
Then concert gigs! Yay! I got to see the last Motley Crue tour, go backstage and meet the guys, but no press. The freaking venue didn’t allow it. Fuckers. After bragging that I would have a huge scoop, band after band PR people started… not calling me.
So this past year sucked. I have some personal plans for next year, but I am at the fuck it stage right now. Money is tight, gotta pay for medical shit and get the hell out of debt. That is why I am selling my most prized possessions, stuff Nikki Sixx and Crue signed. I am even including the signed copy of The Heroin Diaries that has kept me clean all these years. Here is the link to the eBay auction.
As for next year? I have no clue.