I really like things that are imperfect lately. Like showing up at the office with the messiest hair possible. Two years ago that would freak the hell out of me. Perhaps I find a certain amount of comfort in the fact that I work alone mostly. However, there are still people in my building who could “judge” me if you will. I’ve grown an “emo curl” but I rarely exercise the right. I have a flat head and anything when hair is pushed down in my face really accentuates that. Nonetheless, I think I will continue to grow it. I’ve tried to grow my beard super long but the itching destroys any attempts. I credit Sam Roberts for getting me into beards. That fella has amazing style growing from his face. That last statement was a tad peculiar; there isn’t much “style” that can grow from your face when you think about it. Well, I suppose Michael Jackson has “something” growing from his face that would garner a fair amount of attention that could perhaps mimic style. That freakish Pete pan-esque nose. I have a fish named Michael Jackson; he’s the only white fish in a tank full of gold. That little sucker just didn’t wanna be golden. Sucks to be him, now he has pervert connotation written all over him. I suppose that lends more credibility to my “imperfect statement”. I grew a beard to satisfy my angry creative side. Like some kind of “fuck you” a-la follicle. FOLICLE YOU MAN! Unfortunately I’ve only kissed one girl who likes it. That’s not saying much for my romantic life…. I’ve decided that I’m in love with the idea of love, just not the real thing. Take that to the bank for what it’s worth. My business bank teller is crazy and I love her. Well, I don’t really know if she is crazy, but I know she probably could do some crazy shit. Of course I would love to be around to watch that. In my book about the guy who writes Reality TV shows, he talks about the show “TANTRUM” where they bought you a house and in the course of the year you had to destroy it whenever you got angry and threw a tantrum. Pissed that the dog shit on the carpet, fuck up the bathroom wall. Cable out? Throw your coffee table through the staircase. These had to be legit tantrums so they made you wear a blood pressure monitor constantly and when you reached a certain level they classified it as a genuine tantrum. Otherwise they just repaired what you broke the day after. I guess people who live near airports are a little bit more on edge so they commonly looked for people in those areas. The show was kind of like Demolition-Reno + Nanny911 + Intervention + Cops.

Problem was you still had to live in your house for the full year. So people would generally demolish the insides in rage and then a month or two before the end of the show they’d get hammered and bitch at their wives throwing car batteries through walls while bad cassette dubs of AC\DC blared in the background. Of course domestic battery went up during the tenure of the show and most scenes were deleted. One couple went so far as to have the most ridiculous abusive sex by dawning football helmets and bending his wife over slamming her head through walls. Like the predictable media-whorish society we are, the cameras caught all of this and it was later released on DVD, uncut and uncensored. That show finally beat out an American Idol type program for top ratings. That is how dumb Americans are. Interesting side not to this all, and this is factual, when the Packers lose in NFL football domestic abuse in Green Bay, Wisconsin skyrockets. Dare I repeat the statement? But yeah, I am in love with writing this book; people will either love the gritty ridiculousness or burn it. I’m happy with either to be honest. In some ways it is the demolishing of anything I’ve ever held back expressing for fear of being “uncool”. There is a reason geeks die geeks, the just fucking love Star Trek. Let them have it I say. Let me have boldly worded scriptures about geriatrics having sex while hooked up to dialysis, intestional blunders of the third world and freakishly schizophrenic Neo-Hollywood sparklers that write reality TV show for the masses. LET ME! Maybe it is all gross, edgy and downright blushful, but come on, this world is all of that. There is a reason why the sex shops never go out of business, the liquor store is never dry and the war on drugs will outlast the war on terror. WE JUST FUCKING LIKE IT! I’m reminded by a quote somebody relayed while trying to justify smoking marijuana, “Weed is a seed that grows in the ground, if god didn’t want it it wouldn’t be found.” Nuff said.