Tuesday, January 29, 2008

So its come to this...

When I was around thirteen my blood brother Jason Farrell's mom rented the VHS of "Naked Lunch" for us. At the time it was the strangest film I had ever seen and for years it stayed with me, I didn't really find it good or bad, just this odd mixture of biography and fiction from the life of William S. Burroughs. Years later in high school, Burroughs would be at the center of a running gag for years where my friends and I would trace any of the evils of the world back to his writing (maybe you had to be there). When not busy jotting down his drug filled visions south of the border or accidentally shooting his wife during a game of William Tell, Burroughs' suggested starting a journal at a young age in order to foster creativity. Perhaps it was due to laziness or my reluctance to follow in the footsteps of an ex drug addict beat poet but I've always dragged my feet when its come to a steady record of what I've been up to. However, with 2007 being action packed and 2008 appearing to follow suit, I realize that in the years to come I will probably want some sort of accurate depiction of what went right or wrong.

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