Sometimes I’m driving along, got something on my mind. And then I get the feeling that whatever I’m thinking about, well, I think that I should be worried about it.
And then I start thinking, “why the hell am I not having a panic attack?” Like this is some serious shit Why am I not freaking out? People could figuratively die. Even more than that, what will people think of me if this goes south? This could confirm that I am indeed “not enough.”
The latest issue of my magazine is now out. Woo-hoo! If you’ve seen my posts, the magazine is plumb-full of exactly that. Photos from around our lovely tri-city area, random thoughts of genius, ponderings on the men’s restroom, and insightful nonsense on daily living. It’s all true. It really is my diary.
You definitely don’t want to miss this issue. Well, you shouldn’t miss any of them really.
You can subscribe to a full year or buy single issues. Because I’m good like that. You might also find free copies in the parking garage (by the elevators) in St. Charles, at Graham’s 318 in Geneva, and I also left a handful of the last issue at Beardsgaard Barbers in Batavia this past weekend.
If you send me your address, I may even send you a free copy in the mail. Maybe. It’s only Tuesday and it’s already been a long week. I’m a man, not a magazine publishing machine.
Bigfoot Santa has started wandering the forests and will soon rise out of the pumpkin patch. He’ll fly through the air and bring toys to all the children of the world.
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Gonna get me a little oblivion, baby
Try to keep myself away from me
—-Counting Crows
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