The Poor Traits of an Artist

I wrote this at the height of winter, when it snowed three days in a row and I lost my driving privileges, and I thought the world was coming to an end.


January and February are the shittiest months of the year. Right now a lot of us are experiencing buyers remorse, or coming to the realization that we actually have to pay off that credit card bill from X-Mas shopping this month (I know I am). We have all of 2009 ahead of us to fuck up and it certainly doesn't help that it's snowed for the past three days (I'm in the north east). January is historically the coldest month of the year and February isn't much better. Of course half way through February you get a week of weather that feels like Spring, so you put away your winter coat and gloves, but the winter isn't over, mother nature is just playing with your emotions.

What do I have to look forward to? A semester of college at a school I don't want to be at? Not driving for what looks like many years to come? Being stuck in boring ass Connecticut, and plenty more mundane responsibilities that bring me nothing but stress and anxiety.


Why so down trodden?

Well it seems like all my bullshit has finally caught up to me. I've pushed shit aside long enough, now it's time to sort through the mess and get back on my feet.



So what is there to do? Wait, I guess...wait, try to stat warm and continue to destroy the planet so one day Winter doesn't exists.

The Pop Guru