Works in Progress - Chapter One

"Like getting a voice mail from Sid at a family member's funeral". Never taking it seriously, just the names and the inventory. If fear is your currency, you will be richer than God. I thought we were dealing with atheists. Just like imaginary numbers. Losing jobs, braincells, the will to live, that's when it kicks in. When you don't become a teenage statistic, you run the risk of being a twenty-something failure or a thirty-something waiter. I don't care cries the teenager eternal. I like to watch cries the history of the world. It was inevitable, but we got our passive aggressive "fuck yous" in there. All these notebooks, different colored pens, are a testament to my bloated alter ego and failure junkie creator. I'm full of shit and ideas - which makes going the bathroom a confusing place. Advertising, because no one likes big picture people. I'm no Dan Brown, you can thank me later. Now Christianity, that's brand recognition. Let's chase the success dragon and smoke a bag of possibilities. Can you dino-size that? Remember when you wanted to do that comic book with the guy who did meth and call it Ice Queen? He had the powers of denial and a lesbian side kick who fixed things and had an SUV and a dog? People don't care about the words, they ask if the voice is pretty. An epitaph of what if or a career hack? Artistic, more like Awe-tistic. In your case fantistic. No, that is when Dolly Parton two point Oh yeah shows up. He lives in his discoball of hourly companionship.