Yeah! I did finish and if you don’t care to read any further because you’ve grown impatient with me you can purchase my book by clicking this link.
Please, please, please be kind! I’m an artist and I, too, am sensitive about my shit!
As I write this a lot of people cross my mind. I’m feeling all types of ways right now.
Mostly good.
I’m grateful to everyone that helped me, those who read my work, those who publicly supported me and all of the encouragement that I have received along the way.
I’m pleased that I was able to accomplish something that I initially put my mind to at the age of 9. I’m pleased that I fulfilled the aspirations of my late Grandmother and Father. #RIP
I’m stoked at my daughter’s expression when I handed her my actual physical book. Do you understand what’s it is like to show your legacy that anything is possible?
I do.
Yet again.
And on the one hand, someone who I care deeply about is missing in action. And out of all the people that I wanted to share my good news with, he was the first that came to mind, and usual always the last to know.
Which is of no surprise because he’s never around when I want him the most. The funky part is that I’m disappointed for still wanting him to care and knowing that he never will, at least not in a way that I can identify with. And so I’m sad all over again for our un-happy ending. I’m not perfect, I have work to do and mistakes to make and regrets to trip over.
I don’t want anyone mistaking me for a superhero genius….at least not in the monogamous love department. I choose people that don’t express what I need. I am not as good as I can be to those who deserve more from me. Yeah, it’s true!
But….on the other hand.
I feel so kick ass right now!
I completed a book!
I’ve put my words on paper in a (what I hope to be) cohesive form. I’m proud of myself, which isn’t something I often feel, as I was editing the book, I was forced to look over my own words. And it wasn’t easy to do but through doing so I realize that I have grown and I have lived through a lot and I need to remind myself to treat myself with the same kindness, consideration and forgiveness as I would offer another.
I am human.
I am YOU, man!
Writing my feelings down has always been something did for an escape. Leaning to write as a child helped save me. The feelings that I held inside would have killed me otherwise. The words had to come out to someone, and with no one around to console me I made the decision to trust my page to listen.
But that was our little secret.
This…..this BOOK is a piece of how I REALLY FEEL that will forever be available for public consumption. Living behind a mask is something that many people are forced to do.
Not only did I take the mask off, I took the gloves and every last filter I could find off. I threw them far the fuck away because you need to hear me.
I promise more of the same.
If I am to speak I will speak with honesty.
If I am to have my words codified and added to the conversation of man then my words must ring true and for that I may be held over coals.
But even if I were to take down my link right now, three books have already been sold. I didn’t survive for nothing, dammit.
The game is to be sold, not to be told…so what are you waiting for? Go click the link and find out what’s it all about.
