A Blog

There is no escaping gravity.  You are going to get bummed out.  No amount of planning can bypass the blues.  The only choice anyone gets is what to do when momentum shifts against their joy.  You can take the green pill and cry your eyes out until Momma makes it all better.  Take the red pill and you slap on a faux grin bottling up your inner mope.  The third option is to save pill gargling for Sunday School and push through the grind letting the depression take its course.  Creativity + depression usually equals bad art, but being down can also be the path to powerful realizations.  Certainly the bumming trip will end regardless of any choices made.

It’s cold and lazy in Richmond, Virginia.  Returning phone calls is so 2004.  It’s really hip to huddle in the corner at parties sending text messages.  It’s the equivalent of middle school not passing.  It’s all the same mean.  Inside jokes and movie quotes.  Richmond’s heat’s cut off.  It’s too chilled out for its own good.  Talk is not cheap anymore.  Talk has become really expensive.