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To quickly recap: its January second nineteen-ninety-nine. Supposedly it is a
pivotal year because; it·s the end of the century. We shall see. I sit alone in my
downtown apartment, cold, hungry, annoyed with the general sleepiness of my town.
With another year under my belt I contemplate time, age, and just what will become of
me when all my sins catch up to me.
You see I have been a very bad boy in 1998. Hell, I·ve been bad my whole life.
Yet aside from a few random assurances I can·t remember ever feeling much remorse.
I have no clear recollection of how it started. Do in part to mental blocks that I·ve put
up, and the alcohol I·ve consumed. I assume it began as most things in my current life,
with the moment I chose never to be like those who were over me. To never walk the
path they walked. And worsened as I realized I had no choice in the matter.
Though, I have managed to walk the path backwards, sideways, and even
upside down. Every chance I get to stray away from it, I always seem to be pulled back
some way or another. I cannot seem to completely separate myself from the past.
I have, however, managed to except this and merely build upon its foundation.
It is here where I run into the most trouble. For you see my own vices tend to trap me
up at times. My drinking and my off center approach at immortality, have all lead to
problems with attaining my ultimate goal which is not to become like those I so hated
growing up. My Grandmother, as she is, is fond of reminding me that I am not yet
grown. I wonder often if she is right. Maybe it is my impetuousness and fast living that
has made me blind to the fact that time is indeed not on my side.
Throughout this past year if not the last several years, I have made it a point to
conceive of philosophies, spout grand prophecies and fall short in delivering the goods.
My lust has always deterred me from my destiny, my insatiable lust for wine, women,
and a good time. I have drank myself into a stupor, fucked myself into oblivion, and
party like there·s no tomorrow. The Gods themselves have reached down from the
heavens to throw me in the right direction, and time and time again I have forsaken
them for fun. When will I learn that the road to legend is no paved with good times?
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That leaves me, trying to start a conflict. And wondering what happened to that idealistic
young teenager who once believed so strongly in everything he said, and did! What happened
to the boy who didnࣛt think he was the future, but knew it.
You see now as twenty-one I just keep trying to relive. The dream is gone, but the baby
is real. Could have done a goodࣧ
So where am I now? Sitting on my couch in a ࣞwife-beaterࣟ and boxer shorts, watching
pornoࣛs, listing to ICP and reading comic books. 21 years and this is as far as Iࣛve gotten? Iࣛm
losing hope. I realize that all reality is perception, that all truth is relative, that laughter is the only
salvation from misery and that life is eternal. Iࣛve peered into the universe only to be scared
motionless. My mind races with color and knowledge. So much so I canࣛt even function properly.
How does all this help me I donࣛt know any more now than I did at fifteen? I still have no real
solid direction. And even worse Iࣛve lost all compassion and sympathy. My entire range of
emotions is merely false mockeries of actions Iࣛve seen on television.
It seems as if everything that I thought made me myself, was nothing more than my
subconscious aping things that I saw growing up, making me 100% product of my environment.
What do you think that does to me? I have all these mother-fuckers round me saying how free I
am, how original, how they envy me! Why? Why? Iࣛm not even real.
Itࣛs July now-nineteen hundred and ninety-nine. I am alone. I do not try to lay the blame
on anyone or anything. It is my own doing. Life has not been good for some time. I didnࣛt cope
too well with age or time itself for that matter. My pursuit of a good time, has lead me down dark
path after dark path. My lust for life has alienated me. I am an asshole. My fear and subsequent
paranoia has left me bitter and alone. My perception of people and their actions has left me a
marked man. More than that, I just canࣛt shut up.
I see everyoneࣛs faults. The way a man stands, the way a woman talks the way we all
interact. I know they just want to get fucked. They all want to be normal. They all want someone
to love them, pay attention to them. I think itࣛs funny. I tell them. I point it out and mock it. I
exacerbate it and they resent me. Some see the humor, some see I want the same thing, and
most just hate me. Most donࣛt have the patience to wade through the bullshit to see people (and
me) for the souls they are. Most people are pussies. Weak jelly fish, who will not survive what I
can see ahead, the Dark days, the coming Storm. Funky weather and high crime rates are only
the start. We draw closer to the final conflict. It is not some mystical/mythical Armageddon I
speak of, but mans own negative energies reaching a breaking point. Manࣛs insecurities, his
fears, and his greed, each consuming him to the point beyond redemption. It comes, my friends.
And then Iࣛll be happy. Until that day comes though, Iࣛll be on the fence. Hiding in plain sight my
true face, to please you all, to no end. My greed overwhelms both you and me. And there is
nothing I can say or do will ever change the outcome. I could say it all and you still not know
where Iࣛm coming from.
After two years of contemplation what have I found out? That I am a villain? By whose
definition am I? That Iࣛm greedy, lustful, conniving, dishonest, hypocritical, and vain!?! Perhaps,
or perhaps because I make mistakes, I am sometimes thoughtless and selfish and I make poor
judgments/prejudgments. Or does this all simply make me human. Something I have strived so
hard not to be for as long as I can recall. Something Iࣛve lied about being, pretended not to be,
created elaborate fantasies not to become. I am my fatherࣛs child. And sadly there is no
escaping it. Does this make me a villain? What does? Is there truly no right and wrong?2
I know now that too much time has been wasted (along with my mind) on how I came to
be. Maybe itࣛs my own fault, maybe Iࣛm a product of my own environment, and perhaps Iࣛm
warped by television? Who knows? Better yet-who cares?
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In my life I have been fortunate enough to meet many insane people with
immense charisma. People who throughout their lives have dreamed of being kings,
rulers, despots, terrorist, revolutionaries or saviors I have been fortunate enough to have
dreamed of being all these things and more! As I grew older, I learned that these were
not separate dreams-but one. Time clarified that, and thus I began to fortunate how to
make this vision (as I called it) a reality. In doing so I would have to manipulate the
public·s perception of me, as one of them. Now I quickly accomplished that on a small
scale. But that was merely the first step. The second was to develop a philosophy that
would last for over two-thousand years. That·s where I ran into my first problem. I slowly
built a personal philosophy, and slowly alienated certain groups I had acquired
acceptance by. There were holes in my plan, holes that I alone, could not repair.
So I gathered friends who I thought would help see my vision through. And they
more than likely would have, had not self-doubt and delusion stepped in to help see
me down. It just wasn·t my time. I sought to join the world in Chaos. But I failed every
test set before me. I had always done well on test in school. It was homework that I
wouldn·t do. And it would seem that·s where my second mistake was made. You see
my philosophy took from the ´big threeµ; Anarchy, Chaos, and Nihilism with the politics
of the first, the spirituality of the second and, the attitude of the latter. To truly make this
stick though, I needed more, I had neither seen, nor read enough to make it sufficient3.
So this is where my friends came in. I thought with the right marketing I could cover the
holes long enough for me to fill them. Little did I realize that friends often drag you down
worse than enemies and seeing as how I was my own worst enemy that immediately
back fired?
So there I found myself, twenty-one years of age, barely a man, barely able to
walk, having served in two invisible wars and unable to handle my bowels. Time floats
by wafting in the air like cigarette smoke. I lay there with a girl who was not a girl
discussing personal politics and my own health issues. I felt congressional. I felt
responsible. I had spent far too long dwelling on what got me here, when I knew all
along. Now was time to put things right move forward Maybe I should visit my mother·s
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waiting for a woman to come and fix my hair. I have been trying to write this down for two weeks. It has been
nearly one year 5 since I last wrote in this journal. Summer is about to return and I feel the heat through the
gray clouds which darken the afternoon sky. I hear the birds and the children playing. The phone rings again.
It really hasn·t stopped since I got it. I hear Afghan Whigs on the stereo popping and crackling as the record
spins. I have to write fast now-company·s coming. The last eight months have been a whirl wind of egomania,
popularity ascension, misguided love affairs and paranoia. I probably didn·t spell that right but no turning back
now.
It all began with the arrival of my mentor and subsequent father figure Jeff Joyce. He arrived from
Puerto Rico and immediately climbed into my window 6 . For a month we partied, insulted, and I drank our way
through both of our bank accounts and several dozen titty-bars. Over $900 was spent reminding this town we
were its kings and reminding ourselves why we couldn·t stay. His visit prompted me to spend the summer in
contemplation and Anarchy. I broke laws and sacrificed virgins. Fucked whores and got arrested. By fall I had
and STD 7 and a house arrest waiting. I made some wrong turns and got his message confused. But all was not
lost. The STD was cured and the house arrest brought me a flock of eternal followers. The children came to
me by the dozen and listened intensely as I drank and sang and danced, ate glass and bottle caps recalling the
old days when we who came before them were young and out of control 8 . Climbing roof tops and eating acid
running around this small ¶burg in search of ourselves and a good time. We dominated the then and we laminate
the now. Our joints stiff from our adventures and our minds left scared from the drugs.
My odyssey started when I realized that my eternal quest may have been flawed by those I chose to
surround myself with and the lovers I chose to take. So I tried to change that. I broadened my spectrum of
partners (both in crimes and in bed). Now it·s been nearly a year, and I sit alone sipping beer listening to Tom
Waits, reflecting on my recent transgressions. I know a little more now.
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emotions go from good times to thoughts of death. I walk around listening to be-bop, hip-hop
sounds, and blasting out the cars of southern white boys whose fore-fathers would have
lynched them for their taste. I talk to no one but myself. Realizing just how far my mind has gone.
I find myself coming up on another stint behind bars. It seems I catch all stops on the Karma
wheel. My grandmother, love of my life, and everyday inspiration, lays crying in a hospital, she
tries desperately to hold on to her pride. I live only a few blocks away from the hospital, deep
within a suburban swamp. I never thought I would be inࣛ questioning (yet again) my direction.
Confronted yet again that I canࣛt be what I was, but have to start living as what I am. At best I
could say that ࣞI could have been Jesusࣟ, ࣞI would have been Jesusࣟ, but I didnࣛt have what it
took. But, I can still touch some with that sparkle in my right eye, and that sly half smile. I think I
need to go to jail, or at least away. Remove myself from my friends, family, and life. The style I
chose was not the most successful. I need to break from the parties, the drinking, the sex, the
love. Isolation has always been positive for prophets. And being that I canࣛt be the prophet
doesnࣛt mean I canࣛt be a prophet right?
Yeah right. I donࣛt even exist anymore. Iࣛve let myself become more of an idea than a
person. The venue of my expression remains a question, the avenue of my dementia not. My
eyes cross at the thought of digging any deeper into my own soul. I wanted to be superficial for
awhile. Three years past now Iࣛm just an asshole. I saw inside me more darkness and evil than I
thought in the world. I reflect on my child hood, on recent years. I try not to think too hard on the
future or at least the immediate. I do find myself thinking a bit too much on the distant future,
and how I will be remembered. But it becomes far too apparent that Iࣛve had one too many hits
of acid, two too many joints, and about three hundred too many beers. Now my role is reduced
to universal class clown/Cosmic fool.
I thought I had something to say. Maybe I did once. Maybe I should have listened when I
was talking. Could-a, should-a, would-a, but didnࣛt and now Iࣛm out of style and almost out of
time. Where Iࣛm at now my game stands exposed and I feel let down by life. I set out to bring
down God, but instead humbled myself before the universal law of-ࣞwhat goes around comes
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I walked out of Elkton Ohio, November 5th 2001, a slightly changed man. My mind and heart
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however retained the passion and fire always and craved the excitement of Dzthe life.dz My
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mediocre, maybe but not good. My first night I came back to Winston-Salem NC, I slept hard
on the couch I left. The next night I went to the bar (OǯCasey) and drank free beer and smoked
weed until 4:30 in the morning with my favorite DzBart-tenderdz. He drove me home and gave
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comedz, and no sooner said did my old flame (LAV214) waltzed in the front door. We eyed each
other for a minute before the passion reignited and the urge to grope one another returned.
She spent the night, and the next, and the next one after that. Then I spent the night with her,
before she left. Off to see the world after a brief month in Jamaica.
Romantic isnǯt it, two lovers star crossed and lonely. Clinging to each other like leeches.
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