I know it seems that I have already fallen short on my endeavor. However, I have had much anxiety about not writing and have been looking forward to it very much (this shows I care and now you will bond with this compassion offering). I have been a little busy (really, I haven’t even caught up on my normal television programming this week). Being unemployed gives one a lot of time to over-think and to create an unrealistic mound of expectations.

I feel by now I have a had the time to create a small inspired piece of The Sistine Chapel in my bathroom, I should have finish all of the six books I can’t seem to commit to, and, at this point I should be in a long, engaged, email exchange with Sophia Coppola over my screen play.  However, I am sitting amidst an incomplete, rearranged, living room with a cat named Chicken (who seems embarrassed by my lack of accomplishments and seems to be throwing her everyday achievements in my face) trying to find the motivation to drive four blocks to make a drop-off at the local, hipster, Good Will center.

Growing-up I was strange. I was an “other”, man. I liked liverwurst and mayonnaise sandwiches (this is the first time I am coming clean about this. I usually just put the blame on The Mother for this lunch option), I hated getting dirty (I would clean the souls of my shoes on a daily basis), and, I loathed recess. I became a staple of comfort for the teachers on duty at this time. At the young age of six I had them discussing their relationship queries and the most intimate gossip with me and I adored it. I didn’t care much for my peers.

My childhood was pretty unconventional. I will not delve into subject because that is just uncomfortable for all three of us (Like when a couple has an impromptu argument in front of you and your only resource is to hand out the unappreciated high-fives). My mother is a fantastic lady. She can make any lackluster moment come to life with a bad joke and her infectious laugh. There was never an overflow of money at our disposal but my mother never let that define our situation. If you want an experience, a dress, or a stellar party, all you need is to slightly relinquish your rights to sleep, creativity, and, obnoxious determination.

As a child I was very exposed to creating everything. Very rarely was something new in our home but it always seemed to be of better quality then I imagined. I used to be so mortified when my mother would pull over and pack our car with furniture off the side of the road. However, she managed to bring it back to life and more beautiful then it once was. I now have found myself sneaking behind dumpsters and loading up “perfectly good chairs” into the back of my vehicle.

With this all explained I recently have become extremely attracted to taxidermy. It is n odd fusion of something that once was so alive and being able to harvest that moment. I have realized that this trade is not something that I have tools to acquire from the internet so this weekend I am going to attempt the beginnings of faux taxidermy. So, until I have fulfilled my high talk I say: “Good night, and good luck”.

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