I’ve started this thing. I made an alternate personality for myself. Someone who is not at all better (or so I’d like to pretend) but someone who is a little more in tune with the way of the world. Someone who should be able to keep “life” on track.
I can organize the hell out of my binder, or a hundred plays, a production, a presentation… but when it comes to the day to day. To time management, to evolving as a human being, to doing what’s right – right now…. Well, I digress, I’m not funny. So yes, I’m stuck that small character flaw.
It’s the weekend. Tomorrow is the first and I’m ready to --- fall apart/ fade away/ disappear. But really I have to --- be an adult/ pay the bills/ clean the house/ fix the car/ memorize/ work/ fight/ talk. When I don’t want to anymore.
And fuck money and the man. I’m so tired of penny counting my shit.
“It’s the letter of the law, the law of the land, and the land is jungle!” - Bogosian
