On Jason Molina and his untimely death…
He was 39. That’s my age now. He died of alcoholism. I used to drink a bit. Had I not been shot, I’d still be drinking. I know I have an addictive personality. My biological father died an alcoholic. I could have easily gone in the same direction, but I realized what I was doing and stopped doing it. I have many friends who I worry about. A lot are my age or even younger. We are not immortal. We’ll all be dust one of these days. Hopefully not for a while. To all my friends and loved ones: think about your future… if you want one, think about your present. You are in control of both.
Surgery was a while ago. It was successful. Follow-up appointment was missed, mainly on purpose. I want to meet with my doctor, not one of her nurses. I have some things to discuss with her and only her. No, it is not because she is cute. That has nothing to do with it (this time). Surgery was supposed to make me feel better. But I’ve been really tired. Unusually tired.
This, I guess, is my way of apologizing for not posting anything for the past few weeks. It’s not because I am lazy, at least not this time. Production is down. I fear there might be a coup. I’m going to be taken over by myself. I’ll just start typing things that make little to no sense at all.
All work and no play makes Statts a dull boy…
Something needs to change.
I’m in utter disbelief that aspirento.com has had 1,000 views in less than a week. That blows my already blown mind. Thanks so far.