madrooster7

Well, I just realized that I had an account here, so I figured I might as well use it. I am truly a starving artist, being stuck in a town in which creativity is reviled more than celebrated. We have a couple good bands here, which is a good thing, but I hardly have the funds to go to the free shows. It's not for lack of trying, I have a ton of skills and hustle till I'm blue in the face... The problem is that this town is one of the worst paying in the nation, and the only jobs available, which are menial and exploitative, take one look at my resume' and deem me overqualified. I've got a few business ventures going, which get a lot of people excited, but then when I get the products finished and produced,all at my personal expense, all those supporters disappear. The people that like my stuff generally can't afford it. Not even if I only charge for cost of supplies. It's strange however how they'll readily go and spend a few hundred on a tattoo, which dies when they do. I guess you can't bring a great drawing to a club and show it off as easily. Freakin Vanity.. I could make a living by making absolute crap like Thomas Kinkade, but it wouldn't be possible for me to do it with a straight face, and my very nature would force me to turn it into a parody somehow.

I am very very good at finding free stuff and fixing it, so hopefully I will do ok on Ebay. Unfortunately, it looks like my entire summer will most likely be hard labor at Labor Finders, like last summer. I also had to sell my drums last summer, which is killing me. I have a motorcycle to sell that I got in trade for a mural.

So that's my situation. My brother has been recovering from Leukemia for the last 6 months, and is coming back home to room w/me. We're kinda like the odd couple so I'm a bit nervous about that as well.

I could really use some friends. All my old friends ended up getting famous and leaving town for bigger and better things. And this town is all college kids, rednecks and snobby-with-no-reason-to-be soccer moms with their porky banker husbands who ride phallic symbols all day long. So I have to try and find the rare cool, mature and open-minded college kids in the buckle of the bible belt. The hard part is finding one of those that actually shows up to hang out once in a while.

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