Solstice Resolution
Oh it's been done to death. It has, it really has. What is "it" you ask? Well "it" is reading a book a week and listening to only one album a week for 52 straight weeks.
"Well that sounds really fucking confining Bret!"
"Well maybe that's what I need right now fuck nose!"
It appears as though I can't count on my friends to keep me straight and show me a good time outside of bar crawling and sporting events.
"Hey Scharf! 3$ Carbombs at Crazy Lil's. TURNERS! Ahh shit rah fuck ahh shit...ahh...Keep partying!"
I love all of you deeply but things are going in a tough downward spiral. I'll be out once a week or couple weeks to show I can party way harder than you can, but for right now I'm gonna try some rigor.
So I'll go back to my self. I'll do what I like for a while. I'll read and lsiten to music. I like to get smoked and dry hump in bars too but that's becomming painfully ironic. Plus on top of that, the one girl I thought could change it around, and whom I was ready to change things around for, no matter how odd the situation was, hasn't really been all that receptive to anything. So I'll just leave her be for a while longer. So it's either books, music, and art and the occasional release...or it's Bret on a plane again to Tibet. Now that doesn't sound bad actually. But, I'll have to bid all you fine epeople adieu for much longer this time than last. Therefore I'm going to try a few new things in order to get the train righted and Bret thinking and working in a way that will make me super.
So happy Solstice.
My first week of rigor - to be concluded on Monday -
Book - Knut Hamsun, Sverre Lyngstad - Hunger
CD - Wilco - A Ghost is Born
Get on the wagon - it'll be around on Friday night!
