Writing functions as a compulsive rehabilitative stress relief; much in the same way a sauna would. Or maybe it's just a self-reflective useless method, akin to say, putting Neosporin on a twisted elbow.

Years ago, I wrote a "masculinist" post. I claimed the era of feminism was dead and I went on to threaten to get with a girl and then drop her like a fat shit after a big meal. Suffice it to say I never got around to this.

Maybe I should. Yes. As a matter of fact, I think I will.

I'm off to Santiago, Chile on Thursday. Won't be back for a few weeks.

I hurt so much, it hurts.

Alexandria, Louisiana:

The brutal intersection point of the stereotypicalized American [overweight, gun-wielding, deep-fried eating, uneducated] and the unforgiving world of classical music. Does it work.....no.

Though most of my time seems to have been spent either practicing or avoiding possible lynchings, suffice it to say that I had fun. Just another nameless town in a futile quest for success? Maybe.