I had dinner with my brother a while back.  He commended me on doing what I wanted with my life.  I told him that I might be happier if I could afford an oil change without worrying about it.

Then it came.  The money isn’t everything speech.

Ugh.

Fine.  You have gads of it.  Give me some.  I won’t squander it.  You know how a mere 5 grand could turn my life right around?  Come on.  That’s piss to you.

Last year my dad gave me five thousand dollars.  Boy did that fucking money come in handy.  Not a dime wasted.  Paid off all of my fines.  Got ID again.  Got the car fixed.  Got the cat fixed.  I gave a thousand dollars to a good friend to help them get out of debt.

I want money.  Get a job?  Give me a job.

Oh I don’t know.  I just feel like if I gave up the ghost and did my best to find employment with my psychological inadequacies it just might be a better thing.  I’ve honest to goodnessly superceded all my music goals.  I’ve stockpiled a lot of great memories and experiences.

I want to amend my past.  I know that’s a deep hole.  But I’m conifdent with the exception of my ex-wife I can forage a healthy relationship with people I once cared a great deal about.

I haven’t heard back on whether I got the radio job yet.  I sent in my sample show and now all I can do is wait.

Thanks for tuning in.

In kindness,
DH