Geezus Fucken’ Christ…

Seems like it’s a goddamn miracle to focus on anything these days, innit? You let your mind wander for a while and just like that, with a snap of a finger you’re back at it - obliviously scrolling your life away not knowing how tf another hour just gone by…

It feels like my life has always been in a perfect balance of going batshit crazy out in the public and saving just enough money to retire in some far out jungle, away from it all. You know.. wouldn’t it be nice to survive doomsday in one of those luxurious 4-star atomic shelters 100 metres deep down with all the comforts of the modern “civilized” man. Must feel good to be drinking Margarita and watching the CNN (or FOX depending on your personal taste) broadcast the end of the world on your big ass 8k LED screen with a little smirk on your face, thinking about all those suckers up there… “told ya”

Should I go to that party on Friday night, get wasted like I used to in my younger years, slowly turning into some kind of a werewolf? These days I’d much rather stay at home and blast a 4.5 hour Director’s Cut of Apocalypse Now while smashing a couple of Corona Lights.

Can’t really complain. Some cool things have happened to me lately. Even though I bought a second hand 2-stroke Gas Gas 300 dirt bike as my first motorbike ever. That is one untamable beast that wants to rip you apart at any chance it gets. Why do I keep doing these things to myself? I think you gotta keep it on the edge at times. Gotta keep your blood flowing.

Here’s a little collection of the work I did over the years. At times it’s as eclectic as it can get and sometimes it doesn’t really add up. But that’s the way it is. That’s the way I am. Can’t really change it so I gotta embrace it. I’m still in the search of the right path. I just love telling stories I don’t care about what tool I use. Might do more work in the future but can’t promise I will. Still looking for a way to break through. Still looking for THE story. Felt good to spill a few words. Till the next one. P