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what the hell!?

writing is such a fascinating craft. you start off with a crazy entrance sentance, something to grab the reader with, then throw a few ridiculous sounding statements that contain the hint of truth, draw conclusions based on emotional response, and then end with a hanging question...

or at least, that's the very critical opinion of this blogger. actually i have a huge respect for people with an actual talent for writing. i don't count my vomitting on your computer screen as a legitimate form of that craft, but hey... you're still reading...

i had a crazy weekend in the land of New Jersey, America. People died and were buried. Still such a bizarre concept to people who have yet to really live. It always sobers me. For about point zero two nine seconds. Now i'm back in the land of the not-yet-living. What do you do? I am a songwriter.

I am a songwriter.

People in other countries NEVER ask as their first question in a conversation... "what do you do?" Only us Americans are freakishly concerned with playing the ego game when it comes to how we make our money. BUT, our dollar sucks. so WHY!!!