. . . damn man. . .
. . . shit is so different right now. . . or it just feels that way. . .
packed everything up last saturday and moved it out. . . unloaded everything into my old bedroom at my parents' house. . . took a look around my old room and sigh the sadness of the feeling of being back at square one. . . even though I know I am not really. . . everything is different. . .
i'm broke. . . hopping back and forth from town to town. . . trying to keep my shit together. . . smashing open mic nights hoping I don't spend my last dime on that show in vain. . . willing shit into existence as usual. . .
. . . but that hoping brings stress man. . . assurance is golden and I don't have it right now. . . I just have my will and drive. . . I feel free in my choices. . . I could do whatever and that is beautiful but. . . man this is fucking stressing. . .
preparing to make this big move and hoping for the best. . . recording my ass off as soon as I can. . . writing constantly and hoping and dying for something useful. . . working on tracks and clawing through to find a winner. . . attempting to bang out rehearsals and put everything on the line. . . everyday looking myself in the mirror and telling myself I have to go out there and fuck shit up or there is no point. . . be the beast or give up. . . be the lion or lay back and make a paycheck be your focus. . .
everyday I get up with a verse in my mind that I am already tearing to pieces with criticism about how it isn't good enough. . . if this is what I want to do with my life I have to be at my best and fuck shit up. . .
I gotta win man. . . I have to. . .
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