Only two days have passed since i joined this site. Two. And in those two days i have not found the need to leave my tiny lodgings. I have found between recording new songs, scouting this site, drinking rum and sleeping, i have everything to keep me occupied.
And now i have snapped a guitar string. Disaster. I have no spare set, i must leave my room and go out into the world. Mildly annoyed i check my appearance.
My skin is pale, my once shiny hair now lank and greasy. Who is this? Not the well groomed man-about-town Wolf, surely. This man is near dead! Someone cook him a good meal, a thick broth, he needs warmth and sustenance!
I feel fine. There is nothing wrong with me... perhaps i do need to eat, i have neglected that recently. I often do that though, and this oversight isn't enough to create the mess i see in the mirror. Then i realise... i am on the verge of addiction. Damn you, website! giving me the bleak pallor of the junkie, the lost, the hopeless!
But as with all desperate addicts, such realisations are not enough to get me to stop. Just one more fix, to tide me over...
No. I need those strings. I have very good ideas that must be recorded. I will forget them soon if not.
But i hear the laugh rattling in my head. 'You will be back, Liam Shaolin Wolf! And soon we will have you, forever!'
I'm going to have a shower now.
And now i have snapped a guitar string. Disaster. I have no spare set, i must leave my room and go out into the world. Mildly annoyed i check my appearance.
My skin is pale, my once shiny hair now lank and greasy. Who is this? Not the well groomed man-about-town Wolf, surely. This man is near dead! Someone cook him a good meal, a thick broth, he needs warmth and sustenance!
I feel fine. There is nothing wrong with me... perhaps i do need to eat, i have neglected that recently. I often do that though, and this oversight isn't enough to create the mess i see in the mirror. Then i realise... i am on the verge of addiction. Damn you, website! giving me the bleak pallor of the junkie, the lost, the hopeless!
But as with all desperate addicts, such realisations are not enough to get me to stop. Just one more fix, to tide me over...
No. I need those strings. I have very good ideas that must be recorded. I will forget them soon if not.
But i hear the laugh rattling in my head. 'You will be back, Liam Shaolin Wolf! And soon we will have you, forever!'
I'm going to have a shower now.
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Actually, I can think of worse things. As far as addictions go, I'm sure internet is one of the safer options. Hooray!
I do not smile that much either. There has to be a really really good reason for me to smile.