Shezbut... Nature is a beautiful thing and we spent the last three days either in the Apartment pool or at the local lake. Been a lot of fun and honestly was anice distraction from my internal world for the most part. I wish music was still the outlet it used to be. I grew up listening to so much music, and in my late teens started playing in bands and have been on two small east coast tours as a bass player. Years of the band thing though tore me down. Too many egos and I am not the type to tolerate that phony crap. So I finally walked away from it and now the only time I really listen to any music is in the car.

My art is not work in the least. I was paid for the Endsheets well after the pieces were finished and the possible show is just something local that may provide a little extra income. I don't think I'd ever do a piece for pay or on spec. Just not my idea of art. The only time I seem to find the inspiration is when I am really down. I mean under the floorboards depressed. So I try not to do to many pieces too often.

Well today again is not a bad one. I'm watching Caddyshack and drinking a big cup of coffee. Maybe read a vicious horror novel later tonight. Funny that with all the mental issues one of the things that brings me up is reading something brutal and vicious. Is that odd?