Another week. At some point you'd figure this big revalation would just happen to interject itself into your wake, eat, work, eat, sleep life. Such is not the case. And as the story goes, of how you should chase dreams, take chances, live life, throw caution to the wind...the other end of the story ruffles the pages of the fairytale. Live life , chase dreams, throw away caution is replaced by pay bills, keep your secure job, and don't mess up a good thing. Everyone loves to talk big. Everyone loves the phrase "Fuck It, I'm quiting my job and moving to California!" I wish those phrases where so easy to manifest. With every spark of passion and motivation and need for somthing new comes a firestorm of cold harsh reality. We can only dream so big before we are awaken by the blinding light of a new day that taunts us with promise and ends in redundancy. If only sleep was that reality. Everyone would have a beautiful wife, happy kids, a Boston Terrier, laying in a hammock in a nice back yard on a warm spring day with some vacation-esque music such as Nora Jones playing softly in the backround. Then the next day you would awake to the smell of coffee and a pretty face next to you. Then head off to the job you love and care deaply about, and that day would repeat itself on a loop. I guess thats my dream maybe not everyones. Now the common answer to this rant would be "We'll get off your laptop and naked tattoo girls website, and out of you boxers and go take the world by the throat, if it means building that dream on broken back and blown out knees! NOW.... the flow of this blog should transition into a 2nd rant about how life will eventually stomp out that dream. Exstinguishing the flame of momentum eventually bringing us all back to our stagnant realities, boring jobs, and sold souls. But ya know what? I like the sound of optomism in the last few sentences...... ON WITH THE CLOTHES AND SIGNING OFF!

It occurs to me everday that we constantly have to sell our souls for money, that is obviously translating into a decent lifestyle, food and shelter. And thats terrible. For 40 hours a week i throw on a shirt and tie and worst of all a mask. And trust me im the last person to filter my thoughts for someone elses approval. To be a so called "outcast" or in better words someone who isn't really fond of the humdrum coperate life style and have to kiss that ass 40 hours a week is painstaking. My complete respect and admiration go out to the people on this site who wake up everyday and go to a job they love, a job they wanted in the first place, and a job that they can flex their xreative muscle at. To withhold your individuality for the sake of a paycheck is no way to live. The button up collared shirt might as well be a straight jacket, and the tie a noose, because living each day as a cog in the machine isn't worth it. If only people could make a living naming ice cream flavors, or have the job Tom Hanks has in BIG, now thats a job

I have to start out by saying Bloging is a completly new concept to me. To put your thoughts in such a public forum is kind of unerving. But as a good start to being a member of this site I figured its a must. Its kind of a dilema as to write for myself with no care in the world what anyone who happens to read it thinks, or to attempt to, at best be mildly entertaining. Well to start two nights ago running rampant around a hotel at Jersey's best thing goin "Chiller Theatre" stalking and harassing the Baldwin brothers isnt such a humdrum thing to write really. And to say we got to see former Monkee Micky Dolenz play some classics with the third rate guitarist of Guns and Roses is pretty cool. But if only every weekend can be like this. I guess thats what i like to strive for is the nights and moments that occur that seem to play like an acid trip. Though ive never done and never will do acid, i cant imagine it couldnt compare to the shinanaganz and surreal atmosphere that Chiller creates. Washed out celebs, rare band performances, bootleg horror movies, good people, Might be my only reason to not up and leave the Turnpike state. Not a terrible first post