Where am I? When did I stop being the guy I was, and become the guy I am. Echoing the words of Hunter Thompson "too weird to live, to rare to die" Or better yet 'lets get down to brass tacks, how much you want for the ape?"

He would write it down in a book for himself and not the world. Blogging has made me lazy. No need to write in a book, when I can throw it on a media in direct competition with another media. That other media I believe is getting us used to having our personal info out for everyone to read. It's a FacelessBook of nobody's fucking business. The blog allows it to be out there forever. Only deleted by me and ignored by the masses. Ignored by the masses, the creed written on the genius's grave stone. Never cool,, never relevant. Always weird enough to acknowledge, but never interesting enough to ask what, or why. If and when it becomes relevant it ceases to be property of the brain that made it. It now becomes fodder for the idiots who can't come up with their own ideas. Don't worry they'll borrow yours. Not really understanding them, but they know it word for word so it doesn't matter anyways.