I guess I should write something

Sorry, but I’ve been kinda uninspired the past couple of days. Yeah, I could have blogged about the lint I found in my navel, but how interesting is that? Besides, there’s already a bunch of people on the web doing that. So, let’s see, I’m flat-ass broke, and I get paid on Friday. What happens when I’m broke is that I pull in my horns completely and go into the semi-ambulatory version of hibernation mode, kinda like a big ol’ dumb bear.

And no, I haven’t been hitting the Hamm’s or the Pabst or anything else liquid and intoxicating. Hell, even if I wanted to drink, I couldn’t afford it. Ate my last wish sandwich this morning. Had some bread left over after the peanut butter ran out last night. I’d busk, but it’s against the law in this town and probably not a great idea in the rain.

And, also no, I’m not feeling sorry for myself or anything. I guess I’m just continually astonished that a person with my creative abilities and smarts hasn’t been able to find work or a sustainable life in this town. And when I come close, something throws a wrench into the mix, like my phone gets turned off because I’m so woefully out of money that it’s come down to a choice between talking on the phone or eating, so my prospective employer can’t call me.

Yes, I am an idiot. I should be able to come up with something. I haven’t. Should I just give up? —Jackson Griffith