From Gunhill With Love

I have invested in a digital SLR, and I say invest because that little fucker is gonna make some money!

Or at least it will propel my jane of all trades persona that has been developing. Since my pliable mind needs to be utilized in more lucrative ways and in a meritocratic society the proof is in the pudding if I build up more proof and pudding I should be cooking with grease! (excuse the puns it's dinner time). In any case learning for learning's sake will at the very least make me a better conversationalist and don't we all love a little pillow talk?

I love how I talk to a ubiquitous audience like it actually exists and I am not just taking up space on the internet that could be used for something ever so much more useful like civil rights reform or eco-friendly green living ventures. Anyway folks, as it happens ever so often I have been filled with this sense of being a freelancer- which makes sense since most people in the entertainment industry are unless they own a means of industry.

In hindsight quite a bit has occurred since my last post. I was laid off from the pinnacle holding barge of wasted dreams and resources. It played out like a bad, cliched break up, if it's not me and it IS you, why am I the one being kicked out? But I have grieved the misconstrues of my talents in such a venture long enough and being laid off in such a shoddy economic climate means unemployment benefits which honestly I've been waiting for since Black Hound. Instead of counting on such murkily understood benefits I opt for a savings account and just flush it when my customer service wears thin or off completely.

School came and went and yet my credit card still has not been charged which is strange, it is already time for midterms and I have never been one for cramming massive amounts of microwavable knowledge into my dome cumulative exams like midterms and finals are made to test what you've learned up to that point: if you've learned nothing, that will show and if you don't know that you haven't learned anything or learning was not your prime agenda before those 16 hours before the exam well that's a red flag in itself.

I was stranded in Brooklyn, Jefferson stop on the L train, and lemme tell you that block screams rape me at 2 A.M. After thwarting an hour's worth of mobile Mexican sexual advances in the cold under the influence of no alcohol at all, I retreated into the train station and made my way home another two hours still stone cold sober for something I did not even want to go to which is where I kick myself but trust me the deserter is in for a fate much worse.