One of the things that really kill any incentive to pull myself together and get my life back on track is that there seems to be nothing worth fighting for. I have no desire to fight for myself, because I’m kinda of a weenie and don’t like myself very much, so there’s no motivation there….

So now that we’ve elected a mini-me version of the Antichrist, I think it’s high time I finally start working to move to a town that’s right for me. A town that’ll keep me movin’ and keep me groovin’ with some energy. Even though I talk about it, talk about it, talk about it, talk…