Note: I originally posted this on my old haunt r/RAOBJ for all of a minute, but realized that maybe I don’t quite fit in there anymore. In any regards, I hope you enjoy the read.
“I admit defeat. I thought that time away from this world would give me clarity; that by choosing to play in the “real” world, I was going to be better, shinier version of myself. In reality, I just ended up being irritable and somewhat boring. I tried filling my time doing those wholesome things I aspired to but as it turns out, knitting is not my forte. A liquid diet of wine and coffee did nothing for my running and I really can’t write for shit unless I do include the words dick, pussy and fuck. Alas, it was a nice effort at propriety, but self deprivation really isn’t a very good look on me.
That being said, I’m going to be in Portland Maine for a few days next week and will be looking for some inspiration. Extra points if you can make me cry.”
Or so the post went…