The hardest thing for me to deal with lately, besides the overwhelming depression, is the realization that the drugs and booze were really the only thing making me creative.

RIP to all of my ambitions

I’ve been struggling for months. There has been so much happening lately that my spirit is breaking.

I haven’t been this low in a long time and I’m starting to think leaving music, Texas and friends behind might be the next move.

I thought I had this despair beat but it snuck back up on me.

Days N Daze announce March tour

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There, there. Don't you fret. Just seven more years and it'll all be over.

Why Father Time gotta remind me I’m getting old.

I’ve officially entered my Aging Local Musician phase in life. You can catch this dude covering Skynyrd at the neighborhood open mic night.

I’ve been waking up between 4-5am everyday since high school. Usually I just lie awake until it’s time to do something. My favorite thing about this time of year is watching the light go from dark blue night to a blue-grey morning. It’s kinda soothing

A prescription that had been denied by my insurance company was just approved yesterday. After 2 months and with no explanation as to why, they just decided to change their minds.

Be that change y’all.

Finally a Spotify wrapped that I’m not ashamed of. Also, I am pleasantly surprised by @pwrup.bsky.social getting the top spot.

The amount of will power it takes for me to willingly leave the house to work outside on ugly days like today is astounding and I’ve already made the decision to be 15-30 min late to work today.

I’ve been home from tour for exactly 2 weeks today and I’m already tired of having to work my real job.

I should probably finish writing my solo stuff so I have a reason to just quit my job and travel non stop.

The part of this whole middle age thing I hate lately, is the part where I got too fat for all my cool long sleeve band shirts this year. This is Texas, none of the bands here print long sleeves.

And no, I’m not going to do the work necessary to fit into my old shirts. Pfft, that’s lame.

I don’t usually do things like this but I was feeling things this morning.

I’m thankful for my wife and her family for taking me in. I don’t miss lonely holidays.

Sims was too real so I started playing Cult of the Lamb. I wanted to feel in control of something without fucking up another simulations life.

100%

I just got home last Wednesday from a month long tour and I’m staring at the shower, about to go to work for the first time since being home.

I don’t have to leave the shower do I? Like, I’m just not ready. Someone else can just do my job right?

Fuck, I don’t wanna go….

New app, same lame ol me. Hopefully, Elon doesn’t try to buy and ruin this one too.