I'm affraid that I alone am entirely useless

It's been a while since I've posted so here we go. I had a great discussion tonight with my good friends Bill (frowningofalifetime.blogspot.com) and Anthony (sinkintothepacific.blogspot.com). We tackled the issue of life and how much it sucks. It began when Bill and I were talking about my band Western Front and the potential we have to make a dent in the DIY, punk rock world.

You see my Dad gave me two options. Number 1 go to college (which he won't help pay for) or number 2 join the military. Neither one seems appealing to me. Bill made a morbid yet terrific point in comparison to me joining the military. "Just have your dad get one of his guns (he is conservative so he has a few) and take you out back and shoot you in the head." It makes sense I'm not gonna lie. I'll end up in Iraq with a bullet in my head or a few missing limbs. Going to college and forking out thousands upon thousand of dollars for a piece of paper seems silly to me as well. The only things I have any interest in studying is history or english. I could do very little with either except teach. That would require more school. WTF! Even having some sort of degree does not guarantee me some dream job. Besides at this rate our generation will have no Social Security and we'll be working well into our 70's and 80's.

I guess my only ambition is to play music with my friends and enjoy the short time I have to live. Sometime I think it is almost better to be born a starving Ethiopian child when all I have to worry about every day is getting food, something us fat Americans take for granted, myself included. Living in America is great but it's kinda a double edge sword. It puts this pressure on everyone to grow up and be rich and fat and happy, but in reality that probably won't happen. Make a lot of money so your kids can take it when you die! My mind set right now is I DON'T WANT KIDS! (There are plenty of children in this world who don't have guardians so I'd adopt before I used my own seed!) So why should I worry about making lots of money? I'll be fine playing music, working a mediocre job, living in a mediocre home and being with the people/person I love. (sorry that sounded cheesy)

I'll be driving around the Southwest for the next week. I leave in the morning so I'm going to bed. Goodnight!