another lonely night in a house full of people...

jack is back, he brought his friend jim.. at least i have someone to talk to now.. they won't talk back but they sure are good at listening.

maybe i'll figure this shit out. i am a dreamer, but i need more open spaces than these.

i find myself in this mess over and over.. as sure as the sun will rise... when will it not?

does anybody really know me? do i? does god? does the earth? i know what i am. i am human, creative, deep and alive... but who lives in this shell..? after all of these years the only answer i can come up with is 'who the fuck cares who i am... or even what i am..' i don't know what this means.

i do know one thing... that my fears are real. i touch them everyday.

so... now... this drink is to you... and this one is to you... and this one... right here... this one is for you, even if you can't see me. i'm here.

always.

my old friend, jack.

too bad you live in a bottle...

i'll find a way to get you out.

this burden is my freedom.

so, you're wrong and i'm right. i try to fight this, but it just runs through my fingers.

please, drink some more, lovely.

that was after all christ's first miracle right? changing water into booze..?

be that martyr. dream big. die big. be the hit they wish they missed.

the future looks bleak from my window...

can you see it?