Dudes on Ludes,

I got a little higher than usual the other night while cruising out to pick up food for my family. My high mind was forcing me to contemplate the importance of the place that you die versus the place where you’re reborn. I won’t bore you with the complexities of how I had gotten there. But, I started agonizing over it. Basically realizing that I had died in ‘04 and had been reborn in ‘04 as well. And the reason that this death meant more to me than the rebirth was because I had been at my creative peak that year.

I want to rewrite my history. I’m done grieving my own inspired death. I’m done mourning the music me / the party me. 

This is the Year of Shutting Up and Doing. 2012 should be the year that I think of as the most fruitful of my life. I have a dope wife, two glorious children, a siick house, and the opportunity to do great things artistically.

There are a couple of pieces of mine that will be published in various outlets this year (I’ll tell you more as they approach, I’m sure), I’m working on a little chapbook with a genius friend of mine who does design and I’m also currently banging out a novel with another genius friend of mine who writes the killer noise.

I’m cutting the shit this year, you guys. That’s basically what this comes down to.