NomadJames

They pay me to be a degenerate. In states that I don’t even live in. Florida unemployment came through for your boy, while he was in Pennsylvania, and now I am going to New York, the Big Mo’ Fucking Apple and all that bullshit, on Jerry’s Famous Deli’s, and the state of Florida’s, tab. Fuck the bozos and fuck the bullshit, I would still be festering on South Beach waiting for a break if this did not happen, and you know what? I have no one to thank except for Florida, and Justin Laloga, my fat fucking ex-manager from Jerry’s. There really, truly, is a god. I will even be in New York in time to make it to the Bridge Art Fair, where I can shake down those decrepit faggots for not paying me my money for 65 hours worth of work. Cosmic fucking justice is served. If I end up in jail for strangling Chris Hudgens, well, I can only pray that it happens after I spend all this money in my bank account. If i have any left, this is my last will and testament: They can divide everything amongst you, my loyal readers.

On top of all this, I rediscovered how to write music. That explains why I haven’t been on the blog much, I haven’t even read the fucking news in a week; Logic Pro 8 is so much cooler. I am actually getting close to the sound I want, which is an amazing thing that has never happened since I started writing music a long, long time ago. Now I need to find a good place to monitor it, and mix it down, and publish it, and play it, which I sincerely hope will be in New York. Because you fuckers can’t afford to re-locate me again, with the current economic climate and all.

By the way, I am drunk, it’s my birthday, fuck the world, I am listening to Prolix, and J Swift is a fag.

See you in Brooklyn.