June 5, 2001: Why are you reading this, you don’t care!

Anyone who writes paints or takes the time to be creative is doing nothing but living inside a moment of dangerous chance. The odds of somebody physically liking what your souls delivered are slim to nothing. The average person can’t handle such non-acceptance, so they stop. Those who continue, dream of one day creating something that’ll physically present real emotion. I’m not a great man! One day though, someone may catch the wind of the passion that bleeds from me—it shall be called a river…for no mans current is as swift as my passing dreams.