I feel compelled to write.

I've just read a book called The Heroin Diaries by Nikki Sixx from Motley Crue. Its fascinating. It has taught me that millionaire, pauper or somewhere in between, we are all just the same. Addiction is addiction, it doesn't care who you are.

Reading his words, the same excuses i make to myself on a weekly basis, has not so much awoken me as made me comfortable in my squalor. I don't mean that i'm happy with it, i just mean i'm glad i'm not alone and there is hope, there is a destination and maybe a point to all of this. Why is it that the most harm that comes to you in your life is usually dealt by your own hand?

This isn't a mission statement, nor is it an apology. Its just a stream of thoughts that i think make sense, what i do with them, that is the question. As a gentlemen much more intelligent than I once said, " ambition is the last refuge of failure". Fuck him. You gotta dream.