I need to go where the sky is blue and the people are bluer

It's scary to think that life doesn't really have a game plan.

All of our lives, we're conditioned to follow instructions and abide by rules, but in the end, the one thing that actually matters--the real world, real life--is just about a bunch of suggestions. Maybe you'll take them, maybe you won't.

There's no one telling you what to do and when or how to do it. You just live a little and hopefully do it right. There's so much pressure put on you, begging that you don't totally screw the pooch, but at the same time, who the hell is even watching?

I had a good conversation with a friend the other day, during which he asked me what I was doing to keep busy this summer. As per usual, the horse, spec scripts, and bad poetry…but working at the Bemis has really inspired me to go back to my good friends and regular enemies, sculpture and screen printing.   "All in all," I told him, "what's the end product going to do for me? It just seems like a bunch of busy work."

But all in all, what's the end goal of life? Quite frankly, being alive is busy work. You live, you do some stuff, you die (and hopefully), press restart.

Might as well make something of it.