so...
i used to be organized.
i used to ride my bike all over the city.
i used to do quite a few things that i just don't seem to be doing at the present. it's disturbing.
i used to be working at a gig i couldn't stand.
now i'm trying to figure out where the fuck am i gonna gig. WTF...
my entrepreneurial endeavors are doing as they usually have thus far in life...nada...
a lack of consistent focus can fuck your shit up real bad.
it's not too useful to have 50 million ideas & not to follow through w/1 of them.
the only thing i seem to have some grip on is K.I.M.. problem is where exactly is it i'm moving to...
i've got about another 40-50 years left of natural finitude. obviously that's not guaranteed, but i'm not particularly enthused about living the remaining years as i have the previous 20.
no thank you!
i can't stop, but that doesn't mean i need to move forward w/a bag full of broken shit on my stick either...
make like i've got it all figured out...
PEACE
...be calm...
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