OK, time for some brutal honesty.
I think I write so much more honestly
under the influence
of alcohol.
And since I'm all of a sudden very interested
in writing more and more,
Writing may not be such a good habit for me.
And the scariest part of all is,
I can totally relate to Mr. Bukowski.
Maybe not on a personal level, but on
an artistic one.
Now I'm not trying to compare my writing to
his,
just our means to an end.
Like right now, four shots of Kaluua,
and I'm on the first glass of wine.
"Hey, it's really great to be here,
you're a great crowd!"
I'm not sure where this will
lead me,
or if it's worth it,
or if I'm good enough,
to make that kind of a sacrifice.
Maybe this is just one very big excuse.
Like I said, time for some brutal honesty.
01/13/02