honesty

“Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.”

– Gore Vidal

I never knew how hard it can be to have “style”.  There are moments when I sit down to write,  I realize that there is some deeper truth turning my gears that day, but for some reason I’ve restricted my own access to it. I have a hard time being truly honest with myself, and therefore, everything that I say here is just banal bullshit.

I try not to write when that happens.

I’m having one of those  moments right now though. I have a lot on my mind, to be sure, but I’m really having a hard time getting real with you right now.  I’m pretty sure that’s the only thing you come here for. Angry rants painted in broad strokes about religion, relationships, the government, etc, are a $0.10 / dozen.

I’m reading a book right now called “Hilarity Ensues” by Tucker Max.  In his own words:

“My name is Tucker Max, and I am an asshole. I get excessively drunk at inappropriate times, disregard social norms, indulge every whim, ignore the consequences of my actions, mock idiots and posers, sleep with more women than is safe or reasonable, and just generally act like a raging dickhead. But, I do contribute to humanity in one very important way. I share my adventures with the world. They are known as…The Tucker Max Stories”

Tucker Max, author of "I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell" and "Assholes Finish First"