Limbo? Isn't that the new dance craze?

I'm in limbo. I'm sitting at a coffee shop, trying to vent some pissy feelings by writing. The computer deleted all my shit. It pissed me off more. I wrote some new stuff and realized it was just a pointless bitter rant, so I deleted it too. I’m thinking about my attempt at a road trip this summer. The last 4 summers were a failure. I am on the edge of not fucking it up this time. I’m single again. I don’t like being brought down by selfish baggage ridden psycho drama queens. They are better in bed though, so I keep slipping. I recently forced myself to release my conflicting creative ambitions in my life, and focus on music. Playing, recording, writing, studying and getting paid for music is my life ambition now. Cursed/blessed with talent in a zillion art mediums has made me question where to put my focus. A family of bitter musicians made me shy away from music for a long time, but I have recently decided that it doesn’t have to be a perverted art form to make money at it.

I have a blog now. Yay.

-Dr. Rock