This is a picture I took in Chicago in 2002. The actual globe isn't much larger than a basketball.Here is a song I recorded in 2001. I'd just had my heart broken and was all lamenting and stuff. Actually, I was so stoned I barely remember playing it but I guess I was sad since I'd been dumped. Doesn't really matter now.
And another song, this one from 2000. I had been arrested for pot and was attending bullshit pot addict meetings in order to score brownie points at my upcoming trial. It worked. I didn't get sent to prison but I did get to go to lot of meetings and piss in front of a lot of cops.
My probation officer told me to just have a few beers if I started having marijuana cravings.
Five years later I almost died of alcoholism.
2 comments:
irony is so ironic... innit? aye.
thanks for the links...
amy
Thanks for listening. Not all my stuff is like that-don't know why I linked those.
It's weird- I'm not very creative when I'm happy (unless that happy state is a direct result of the creative process).
I'm usually too busy with whatever is making me so happy to actually get any work done.
I suppose I'm equating happiness with love in some way, which is probably a mistake... but I'll be boiled in earl before I put any happy love poems on the internet.
Not after last time.
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