The doctor is in

"Are you with me Dr. Wu? Or are you really just a shadow of the man that I once knew?"
The Minutemen is the greatest band of all time. They bring punk rock to a higher state of consciousness in terms of musicality and lyrical truth. Any band like Minor Threat can be great and meaningful in its own way as long as it has something to say, but those bands are nowhere near the Minutemen's level of musical prowess. Mike Watt is the greatest bassist ever. D. Boon can shred with anyone and he can write gorgeous hooks to rival any classic guitarist. George Hurley is a fucking monster drummer. D. and Mike just wrote down their rants and put them to insanely awesome grooves.
Listen to "Love Dance" and tell me that these guys aren't the best musicians in any punk band of the 80's and then they have the raw emotion of a Minor Threat or a Black Flag, but they put can put that emotion to poetry. The Minutemen saved me from the pleasant, but shallow pool of punk rock. I was fished out of the pool by "History Lesson-- Part II." Punk rock changed my life too.

This is a new blog. I don't think anyone will read this except my friends and that's cool. Who do I want to hear me except my friends?

I hate Bret Easton Ellis for writing "American Psycho" so damn early in his life. That prick gets to do whatever the fuck he wants now that he wrote an admittedly incredible book. My societal anxiety, fear of the unknown, fear of not having security in life, fear of a lack of direction, fear of the job market, fear that I'm wrong about God, fear that the world will stop spinning at a polar shift and we'll all fly into space to be literally swallowed by the universe, fear that I am inadequate, are allayed in my dreams by the possibility that I'll write an "American Psycho."

"How can I believe in books when my heart lies to me? I'm full of shit!"- "Self-Referenced" off of "Buzz or Howl Under the Influence of Heat"
I don't trust myself to do what is best for me. I usually go with my gut, but my gut has trained itself in a way that makes my gut upset later. I don't like my instincts.
I don't trust my own beliefs because the asshole who starts my rants usually disagrees with the relatively eloquent rational thinker who finishes them.

What the fuck am I going to do with my life? I hope I fall ass-backwards into a job so that I can realize how disgustingly boring the world is before I become a nomad. Steinbeck's "Travels with Charley" is every confused person's dream. I wish it was that easy to abandon my desire for a family, a simple life, in favor of a life for the people of the world. I think I can have both. I plan on doing what will make me happy for as long as possible.