PART 18

I want to write one of those novels that end up totally based on everyone in my life. And there is a divide of people shocked by how much I respect them and of people who are just pissed off by what I said about them. Writing deep into the night is fun, but it leaves you with a creative hangover. I need to remember that every time, in the movies, it is a struggle when you see someone trying to open a small business. The step father tells them they can’t do it. The shifty eyed banker is constantly walking by the store front… asking how many square feet the place is. The owner him/herself constantly has their sleeves rolled up and a pencil behind his/her ear. NOTE TO SELF: Find worn down pencil to put behind ear. Anyway, forgive me of my attitude today. If I seem slightly more mystical or cerebral or mystically cerebral… its solely based on my nocturnal advancements towards a financial goal. And a mass consumption of acid.