Destination; I don’t care.

It’s not that I haven’t been myself, it’s been that I put myself on the shelf in a jar like preserves for a while. Like a displaced limb my has mind sat inactive for about a year now. I figured that maybe instead of being an outsider I’d put myself into the inside. It didn’t exactly work out that way. I found out that regardless of the situation I’m bound to sit on the side and toss out witty potshots.

Call it a social experiment or an exercise in the absurd, whichever so pleases you. I didn’t know that there albums out that I should’ve known about. I haven’t read a new book in Christ knows how long. Not that I’m complaining, I’ve spent the better part of the last year pleasantly inebriated.

Good times.