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12:08 AM -- 2004-03-15
Finally some peace and quiet.

Well, now this is a turning point I should've seen coming. The house I was too close to signing for in austin turned out to be nothing short of a shithole, and I had no choice but to hole up in dallas until further notice.

Not at all unlike Odysseus's clash with the god of wind... ending up farther and farther off course. Except I hate water and my obstacles have more to do with that terrible green devil. And my loathing for money deepens further.

Dallas has been an uncomfortable nuisance... the snacks are good, but I can't get a lick of writing done (as aforementioned) and the children scare the hell out of me. I never did like children, and I'm beginning to really understand why.

It was last night that I ran out of the vodka I heisted in austin... so things look dismal for the book I was hoping to work on... And the chemical dependency that was looking so optimistic for a while. You know, its the races you lose right at the finish line that can really get to a soul.

Cigarettes are a bitch to get a hold of... and even more impossible to smoke, as I'm constantly flanked by preteens with lung problems. The last thing I need is for an asthmatic to pick up smoking because of the terrible example I set.

"Never do anything that I do" I said... but those valuable pieces of advice seldom tend to stick.

In lighter news, I saw Secret Window tonite... which is probably the only reason I can find to be at this keyboard tonite. My completely healthy obsession with Johnny Depp also deepens further. And its my prediction that within the next 3 years, that crafty motherfucker will have his goddamn oscar... if I even have to boost a statue and fed-ex it personally. Believe this.

Reverting back to childhood isn't as bright as I envisioned it. Gramma's house, although heavily disputed by the family, is not the place for me. Its good I come to terms with these things so I don't end up digging a soul suffocating rut for myself.

The booze situation... thats the priority that bothers me the most. The rocket fuel I'm certain, is the key here. It might sound crazy, and this entire entry may only make sense in my own twisted perspective, but I think I've got a hold on things.

And thats what I'm worried about.

The Ninja, is signing off..

Sa Da Tay.