4 Years of my life has come and gone, and now I find myself reaching out to this blog - to this life - in an effort to reclaim some of my sanity.
I was much happier when I was here. I was getting things out of my head. I was being honest. I wasn't filtering myself or masking who I am in every comment.
It was a form of freedom.
Sweet, unadulterated FREEDOM...
Today's life is full of new work. New stress. Never enough money. And the constant, daily barrage of incompetence from our government. And I think coming back to this blog might help me just say some shit... get it off my chest, be creative, and just say "fuck you" to certain things.
Will I keep it up? Fuck if I know.
I've got a list of half-finished projects lying all over the Bourbon household... and this might just go on to be one more half-finished project.
But today... today I am here. And today I am saying that I miss the friends I made along the way... back in the Twitter-Author days of the internet that led up to Covid and then died out shortly thereafter.
I think Harambe caused this all. His death heralded the slow, uncomfortable decline of man.
