Author's note: I wrote this at 6 AM coming down from mushrooms, stoned out of my gourd, and drunk on Bush. There was truth in it, probably more so than the last few entries, or any subsequent entries. I am not discontinuing Life and Crimes, but I am moving onto a bit different programming. I also might export it to tumblr. I haven't yet decided. So without further ado, the tired ramblings of a madman.
The entirety of Life and Crimes has become a self-referential mess. Constant allusions to drunken and debacheurous nights have worn thin on myself, and I assume the readership. I am bored with constantly chronicling the repeatative nights "on the road." In summation: We went to a bar, we saw this, we drank that, we consumed everything else. Some people got laid, others didn't. You get it. I get it. We get it. The real reason we do this is because of this phrase I have been rolling over and over in my head:
"Tonight I will sleep a warrior, tomorrow I will arise a champion."
As I knelt down to sleep with my troops like a captain opting to sleep in the brig instead of his quarters I repeated this phrase. A cheap and cliche'd mantra I know, but It makes sense to me and it justifies all the sojourns we traverse. Another two bit piece of prose strewn about a well-walked highway. Blowing in the wind like so many fast food wrappers and plastic bags. Sorry folks, I can't document from this angle any more. It is tiring.
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