XXXIV

In a few days I start my violin lessons. It will be the first time I've had musical instruction in years, almost a decade. I remember being a rocker. Oh yeah, thats right I was a rocker at one point. Long hair, kind of, wearing all black, listening to heavy metal, yeah the whole nine years. Now look at me, still dressing in all black, but listening to concert hall music, thats the genre of classical music for all you fuckwits out there. I personally feel I appreciate music better now. I read somewhere that for the human brain to understand and comprehend complex melodies, they have to hear them more and more. So is that saying for people to better understand counterpoint and everything else that barely anyone uses in the 21st century they need to appreciate classical music? I'd like to think so.

But anyway. I am still without job, and the guy from Cici's Pizza didn't call, so Imma call this thing for IRS jobs. Or try for this dishwasher job at a Mexican place. Not to worry I will get a job! I have no other choice. Not to mention I need to find me a junker car to get around in. At my age you come to realize something very clear. It's not about how many women you can possibly get, what kind of car you have, or even if you have a nice house, none of that shit matters in the long run, what really matters, is if you are happy. On that note, Im going to go punch myself in the face with a brick because of what I just wrote. Have fun people, and remember, if you shake it more than twice, your playing with it.