His blood, sweat, and tears all fall on the papers he’s been slaving over for the last few hours. Trapped in a room for weeks, he’s been forced to dig deep and find the source of all his creativity. He’s been forced to find what truly inspires him. The answer, which may frighten any normal man, brings comfort to him. There is no source of his creativity. It is just there. This means it can never be exhausted, or terminated. The source of his creativity can never fade because it is nothing tangible. It is an ever flowing river with no beginning or end.
Eat your heart out
-I’m not sure what’s worse, a woman who doesn’t call back after sex, or a man who doesn’t call back after sex.
-A man, or woman, who can’t enjoy a good drink every once in awhile cannot be trusted
-A woman’s body is a work of art.
-A man is actually a caveman who hasn’t fully evolved. Unfortunately, we never will.
-Post break up sex to forget your ex
-No matter how hard I try, I can never make a mid-day lunch sandwich like my mother. She doesn’t even do anything special to it. I can just taste the love in the bread, lettuce, tomatoes, mayonnaise, ham, cheese, and BBQ sauce.
-As a writer, I can’t tell you how many times I have encountered people who have told me they are writing stories about their life. Alright, that’s cool, but think about this for a moment: You’re life is probably not as interesting as you think it is. Some starving kid in Africa who saw both his parents executed and now fights for a rebel group that has armed him with an AK-47 probably has a more exciting story than you will ever have. Just saying. Plus, what the fuck makes you so goddamn special? Nobody wants to hear about your stupid life. I’m a writer and have more insane, balls-to-the-wall stories than I can share in one sitting, and I still haven’t even considered the thought about writing about my life. With that being said, if you want to write for cathartic purposes, I’m all for it. But realize there are a million other people out there who have the same stories as you.
-Do you want to listen to some live, kick-ass, heart pounding, pulse pumping, orgasm inducing rock n roll!?! Come see my band play Wednesday, February 27th. We’re rocking out at The Other Door in Burbank. Great bar with an awesome setup. Truth be told, my brother and I have been playing music for a very long time, and each time we take the stage we try to give all the fucking energy we have to you guys. The way I see it, none of this is for me or about me. I’m simply a vessel that’s being used so you guys can have a good time. I want to see heads bang. I want to see fellow musicians smile and high-five each other when they hear a musical piece of ours that’s inspiring. I want chicks and dudes to come up to me after the show and tell me how my music touched them or motivated them to do something special. Watching my band play isn’t just live music, it’s an experience. It’s definitely going to be our biggest show. Come get some motherfucking rock n roll, and don’t be selfish, bring friends upon friends upon friends. Let’s get fucking SAVAGE.