Change of Direction

I'm going to start using this blog in a different way. If you want to come aboard for the ride, go for it. If not, that's cool. Every seat has an ass that fits in it.

Recently, I started looking myself in the mirror every morning. I noticed that the whites of my eyes were turning yellow. I knew what it meant, but I didn't want to admit it or face it. I could feel it everywhere. Every morning I was waking up shaking, right up until I got my first few beers down. Yup, I was an alcoholic, and my liver was failing me. I knew it before I went to the doctor.

So I went to a detox, which is, by the way, a hell on earth, and reason enough alone to never drink again. I never, ever, EVER want to go back to one of those places. They're like medieval torture chambers.

Today is my 5'th day out, and I'm going to stay sober today too. I'm thinking of going for a hike. I drink gallons and gallons of water a day, probably half a gallon of milk, and I've pretty much eaten about 8 meals per day since I've been out of detox, and feel so much healthier now. Before, I was going days and days without eating, and just drinking all day... and somehow, I was actually still functional.

But I'm going to make it, and do you know why? I'm actually enjoying this life more now that I'm sober, and I'm never going back. All of my emotional problems disappeared as soon as they detoxed my system. I went in there a crying wreck, and came out smiling and positive, with the past far behind me. Just now, it's almost 5 a.m., and I had a bowl of special K a yogurt, and a water, and I worked out for 45 minutes.

This is my new format. It will be about my recovery, everyday challenges, and things of that nature.

Learning my way around...

So, as you can see by the counter on my page, I've had less than 200 views to this blog. I've had it for a while, but I never could figure out how to reach people. I'm a Myspace blogger, and they don't make it easy to reach out and touch someone around here.

On the other hand, Rupert Murdoch has PLENTY of money, and I don't want to give him ONE red penny via traffic from my blogs with the way that Myspace treats its blogging community. From the omnipresent Spyware they're uploading to the average Joe's computer, to their refusal to allow us to use adsense and possibly make a dime or two ourselves, to their squashing of competitors via censoring any links, etc. Fuck Myspace!

But it is easier to meet people there. That much is certain. So, if I promise you that I'm just a two bit hack at this writing bit, could somebody please tell me how to reach out a little bit? Where are the people? How do we find eachother?

Street Drummer

B C# B C# C#
You snap your fingers
B C# C# B C#
And you tap your feet
B C# B C# C#
Pretend you're shopping
B C# C# B C#
But you're digging the beat
B C# B C# C#
You're jumping Kiosks
B C# C# B C#
But you listen for more
B C# B C# C#
Don't spend your dollars
B C# C# B C#
in that "made in China" store
B B B B B A A F# F#
Just put the money in the buc-ket!

( Rhythm Guitar just repeats through entire song. Scale for solos is B Japanese Ichikosucho.
)

So chic. You freaks
In the "Sharper Image," store
You walked by
And heard noise, and no more
You're fooling no one
'Lest your opinions are poor

Just put the money in the buc-ket!

You laugh at buckets
And you look for the snare
Have nice equipment
But no beats come out of there
Your insecurities are evident here

Just put the money in the buc-ket

Hey you
In your 3 piece suit
You give your dollar
Cuz he sure is a hoot
He thinks he's got a dream
But that means no loot
You missed the point
And your demeanor is moot

Just put the money in the buc-ket


(That's all I got so far. Stream-of-thought there.)


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