Courtney is having a hard time eating. I think it’s all the crap in processed foods her body is saying no too. She loves salad and lemon aid and orange juice. One bite of cookie and ” poof ” appetite gone to crap.
So this past week learned that Courtney ( my wife ) is pregnant. Maybe considering this I will start to write on the experience here in the next 8 months or so.
Draw my way out of this mess. It’s the only thing I got in some extents and have yet to throw myself into the way I should. Total submersion and comitment. Will I break through my own prison? Hell I don’t know but that’s about all I feel I got.
I guy from Canada makes some of the best stave shells I have ever seen. Well we are starting to hook up on some stuff and here is a little 10 inch drum I’m working on. No burning here just all graphite and what ever other substances I find.


Living requires tools. I have little tiny baby hands that can wrap themselves around thing to fake out the populous and create illusions. I can’t believe you can make a living by mentaly thinking hard with your hands in creating something that isnt real. It isnt even physicaly real but made by man for man. So in essence I just have to think real hard like and get paid.
I don’t know what to say about these little tid bits but I think they are pretty self explanatory.



They are coming back and there is nothing I can do but pop the brella.



