The problem with blogs.

Is that I get very excited with something new and wear it out within a few weeks or months (if I'm lucky). The first blog I had was very severe and dark and misanthropic and frankly boring. I somehow managed to have a following for about 3 years. I think my followers were just trying to see how far I could go with out ending up on a clock tower or a very low bridge. ( i hate heights) That alas, never happened, and I wonder if anyone every thought if I just did myself in or faded away. I guess I did both because I melted into the real world.

There are two levels of existence for me. I live in a highly textured fantasy world that I have been building since I was able to read. I would knock down the hallways of my childhood home rehearsing the lines of dialog I would try out on my mother or father. It was real mental anguish to just open my mouth to be heard. It's strange to think that my reality is that childhood that follows me everywhere. It's still a struggle to speak..unless i'm on stage.

My vivid imagination creates a background in which I can be free. Well, that and alcohol.. lots and lots of alcohol.

I also have a very short attention span for things that make my brain have to work.

What were we talking about?