diaries from the basement
hello world

just starting this today, and am glad to announce to the world that i am here.  the theme of each post will be different depending on what pisses me off or elates me.  a little about me.  i am a musician, writer(yes i actually am), and general discontent. after 38 yrs of life lived on my own terms, i have acquired little possessions, immense debt, a great deal of education i don’t care to use, a string of broken friendships, a collection of porn that would make a pervert blush(okay maybe not), a broken weed pipe(with no weed), enough lsd trips to scare the shit out of most people, a diseased liver, several million dead or damaged brain cells(fuck the weak ones), the love of the most incredible woman alive, and a tremendous amount of memories and stories about all of the above.  through it all has remained a simple desire to experience life in the way of my own choosing and chronicle a life lived with no regrets.  too many people live life cautiously, afraid to chance failure and miss out on the pain and elation that can be found by throwing caution in the shitter.  i have sat with the wealthy and slept on the streets.  i have cried in solitude and basked in the love and adoration of another.  i wouldn’t trade a moment for the life of another.