How to Kill Yourself in One Year # 5 "Pre"

the december to remember...

it's coming. i promise it's coming. and in the end I decided to do the thing which terrifies me. the thing that I don't know will work...that probably will end up being a sentimental weeping mess...but in the end, i have to do. because if I don't put these thoughts into a tangible form and put them out there, I'm going to go insane.

so stay tuned for...

P.R.E.

shooting this week...starring...me and the EVENT.

from limbo...

The fact is…I don’t have a clue what I’m going to do. November was excruciating and in the end a horrifying, and then depressing and then wonderful and I can’t quite tell you all about it at this juncture but I can say that Thanksgiving week was one that has probably changed me as a human and, by extension, an artist; how I have now idea. But we’re going onwards and upwards and I don’t have a fucking clue as to what to do.

That is not exactly true.

I know what I should do.

What I want to do.

I want to explain that week. Tell you about that week.

But  I don’t know if I can.

I don’t know if I’m ready.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready or if I’ll even ever be able to read the stuff I wrote during that week.

But if I do, you’ll be the first to know.

And I really better get crackin’ on the contingency…because life don’t stop just because one has an existential hissy fit…