Sunday, March 15, 2009

Johnny Rumble:
Down and struck-the-fuck Out

-My mood lately has been irrational, frought with anger and resentment, unhappy, delusional at some points, and down right scary at others.

-And this is just me looking into the mirror this morning as I shaved my head for the fifth time this year.  Welding helmets have a tendency to rip hair out of people skulls.

-I know things are bound to get better in the long run, but I've never been a person to look at the long run.  Fuck, I've only planned my life for thirty years of age.  Every day after that is just bonus extra time.

-With a mounting scholastic debt, an increasingly bleak job outlook for anything anywhere (hell, even McDonalds, perennial last resort for anybody, turned me away) I've become more and more irrational about my decisions.

-Alienating my friends to one degree or another, my lover to a larger series of degrees, and everybody else completely, I'm starting to think that my fuel tank is running empty.  Two weeks ago, I was tripping through the daisies.

-I need a vacation from myself.  Recharge the batteries, fill up at a Flying J, eat at the Country Market and just blast east bound on I-80.  To somewhere I don't have to look at somebody and think, "Impress Dispress Sidepress" and stay in bed for two weeks without feeling guilty about getting shit done.

Over the rainbow,

Johnny Rumble


  1. I suggest you take that road trip to no where. Just get in the saturn and go. Just drive till you find someplace that no one knows you and stay there for a few days.

    I hope you feel better.

  2. welcome to the club (once again). it'll refresh you, that's an assurance!