The News

There has been a lack of content on here for plenty of reasons, some inexcusable and some just because I had other shit to do. I've been writing, working on another zine, drinking beer in North Carolina and Montreal, dealt with bouts of indecision concerning what I wanted to put on a blog because I'd never written a blog and wanted to only have completed short stories, etc.

But now I realize, more often than completing or perfecting some ideal work of art, I rant on about some bullshit I did the other day or ten years ago or yell quietly about some story that has nothing to do with me. Or I just watch some 70s crime drama and shut the fuck up completely. So let this blog now be a reflection of that. Let it be a crowded backyard party in Riverside. Barbecues and blunts, flames upon each, good people and cold beer and plenty of jams. Now maybe I can't salvage the art out of it or articulate what it all means to me, not all the time anyway. But in all the perfect dissonance, maybe something will slip by. Maybe out of the chaos, a voice will be louder than the others.
Maybe some homie in the backyard pulls out a gun and fires it in the air, just to fuck with everyone. Some people turn into statues, some scatter, some disappear in a flash faster than the gunfire.
Then all you're left with is the sound of his laughter ringing in the silence. All before the music comes back, louder now as he puts the gat away and goes back to his beer.