The writer must earn money in order to be able to live and to write, but he must by no means live and write for the purpose of making money.

I just applied for a job as a writer. It was the most excruciating thing ever. I cannot stand when people ask me to show them, "what I've got". I don't got anything but a coke and a smile but I'd like if you'd give me a damn job. It's funny to me in retrospect because in school I used to hate writing to prompts or answering dumb test questions. Yet now, without a prompt I ain't writing didly squat. It just doesn't work like that. I mean I have random half assed ideas all the time for movies that I'll never finish, and a Fiction novel idea I'd love to actually do one day, but this whole affair was about as much fun as an algebra test.

The main reason I'm doing this though is so I can gain some semblance of self sufficiency. See to me, true success comes when I don't have to beg, borrow, or steal my way to life's simple pleasures. If I knew as a kid how much financial freedom would mean to me today, I'd have forgone all those trips to the comic book store and instead asked people to start a trust in my name. I'm sure all my readers can sympathize with the notion that getting control of your own life is hard work. I know a lot of people who have jobs and they all miss school but i don't intend to be in school forever so the quicker I can be in control the closer I am to freedom. The question I have is this...What do you think would happen if someone granted you complete freedom right this minute? Lets say the most you will ever make in your life, just in this world, not in some dream world, would start being given to you right this second. For arguments sake you follow the exact same career path, and you don't change your dating or living habits in ay significant way. So for instance if you were to be a doctor one day, you'd make whatever it is that pays these days, but you still gotta go to med school, you still have to live with the people and interact with the people you'd normally do so with and in the end, be right where you were always meant to be.

This is a rough hypothetical I know. Economics tells us that people always spend based on their means so when you go from eating off the dollar menu to making a million bucks you don't just start buying millions of Double cheeseburgers, you buy what you'd buy if you could afford anything. But the point is this, in my head I constantly think about what my next dollar is for. At some point I get to a spot where all my bills are paid, and even then where all my wants are had. But this being a daydream I of course still have money. I got this idea in part from a story I heard about Antoine Walker. For those that don't know, Antoine played in the NBA and during his time earned over $110 million dollars. This may seem like a lot or a little, but to him it wasn't enough because he is now broke. Not only has he spent more than the $110 million but he is also in debt a few million as well. I'd like to think that if you gave me even 1% of that I could make it through 1 whole year, before it was all gone. But something tells me there is a great chance that it could also be gone in 6 months. And I don't even have an entourage!

So if this writing gig pays off and I start raking it in hand over fist. Just go ahead and remind me I wrote this. I'll bet you a Million bux that I can keep the promise to myself that the money will last 12 months, but if I doesn't last is there a better mistake you could make?

Fiddle Sticks

Everyone always wants to know what’s different for me now that I’ve had surgery and I can say that for the most part things are the same. I have to adapt my style as an athlete however. Running doesn’t come as naturally as it did before. But I feel as if we’ve been over this before. And besides, I’ve to try and do anything full speed yet. No full court basketball, no mile, no trip down the hill on a snowboard. What I have noticed is that concentrating during workouts can be difficult. I find that I carry a certain amount of claustrophobia with me everywhere I go now. Im so used to not seeing anyone after being home for 9 months that It can be weird for me to be in a gym filled with 80 or 90 other people all within plain sight, EFX’ing, jogging, and all together gyrating the calories away. I don’t run laps though, I hop on the nearest spin bike, turn up the tunes, and try to keep my head down.

Add in yoga pants to this equation and with me, you have a nearly untenable situation. Allow me to stop for just one second and reaffirm my deep, deep belief that tights and other form fitting pants of that nature designed for women are a gift from the Lord 8lb 6oz baby Jesus himself! I have neither the means, mode, nor method to fully state just how grateful I am towards whomever it was that brought this phenomena into style. But there is no outfit in this day and age a woman cannot build around a pair of tights. I absolutely love that girls wear them and I would rate them on a scale that goes only from good idea to Fantastic idea. Kudos to you sir or madam for bringing us this great gift.

Something that has held my attention is the idea of pets. In my youth we never had any pets, except for a snake once. I enjoyed that. Now though in the past two months I’ve lived with 3 different cats and was ready to move in with a friend who has a dog. All of which suits me fine except these animals are incapable of denying their base pleasures. The cats see my earbuds as playthings and dogs either love me or hate me there is no in between. This is less palatable for me. I find that cats are born with the entitlement of ten Hilton sisters and dogs when friendly are amazing but when hostile are a terror. My friends dog Mickey, is an especially awesome dog. He’s a short haired pointer and he has a blotch on his back that roughly resembles Mickey Mouse. I wouldn’t mind living with him, alas his house is DEEP in the Eugenian backcountry. I did enjoy meeting him though.

My stance on keeping pets however remains unchanged. I really don’t think you should keep pets of any sort. I never feel comfortable enslaving something just for my comfort. Snakes, fish, and lizards are all semi-appropriate because they don’t really have a social life. Dogs, cats, and other warm blooded pets however all are good pets because they have personalities. We keep them because they are like people, but make better friends. There is one exception however. If you want to get me a gift for any reason I would love a pet Jaguar. I don’t really mean the British car, but that would suffice as well. What I’m referring to I’m sure is equally expensive but TEN TIMES MORE BALLER! Bring me a Jaguar and I will name him the Ghost Face Kitten! I’ve found the place I want to first visit outside the country (Egypt), the car I’d most want to buy (Prius), and now the pet I most want by my side to frolic with me Sigfried and Roy style. (though without the gayness and face mauling if at all possible) I don’t see any downsides to this idea. Luxury pets are awesome. Walking him would be sure to impress, he’d be a cat, but still intimidate dogs, and the personal protection factor is just amazing. I dare you to step to me and Ghostface. Please no really, do it. I will hear nothing to the contrary on this. There is just no way having a pet Jag’ could be bad. I’ll have to investigate more but a Leopard may be a good substitute or even more appealing choice, but at the moment it’s the Jaguar or nothing. Somewhere Waffles is very mad at me right now.

Whatever, she smells like Pussy anyway