Oh Yeah...

I had a dream I killed someone! It was nuts! At times, I knew it was on purpose, and other times I thought it was an accident. Eventually it drove me insane.

Anyway...

Harvesting Wealth, in the Jake Hooker Fashion

I'm about to have orientation at my new job, then I'll be on The Danger Zone, an internet radio show on xprtradio.com. I'll soon co-host another radio show on the same station. Tomorrow it's back to bussing tables for a couple of days.

Four sources of income, not including a band that pays me cash and a band that is ultimately my career band. I'm about to not be broke anymore!

They say familiarity breeds contempt. Yeah, maybe. I think that's been the basis for my problems with coping with breakups. Sure, even after a lengthy relationship ends for mutually acceptable reasons, I can become sentimental, but I can pretty easily get over that and resume laughing at fart jokes and mindlessly gawking at gorgeous celebrities.

The last couple of relationships I let myself believe existed were long distance, and therefore lacked familiarity. I tried to stay in touch, to some degree, but unintentionally sabotaged myself by acting on emotions. Had I been less emotional, I feel I would have become familiar enough with the women involved to actually realize, instead of hopefully assume, that despite all the fun, we weren't going to be happy together. But alas, I did as I do, and though I'm generally happy and optimistic, I still find myself awake at 1:51 am, writing blog posts about obsessing over some girl who very deeply and passionately doesn't give a rat's ass how I feel, so long as our mutual friends don't know for sure that it's her I'm referring to.

Why'd she give me a chance in the first place?

I know I'm not perfect husband material. The fact that I won't quit my band to be perfect husband material is proof that that is true, and it doesn't really bother me. That doesn't mean that I have any appreciation for some heartless fling.

Bedding

I'm not the dude that makes his bed, unless I've just washed my sheets, which means it's either July or December, so when I stumble into my room, the pillow is exactly where it should be.

So why, in the name of whoever strikes you as important, would I grab the pillow and move it over?

I flail in my sleep, sure, but when I wake up, I have to leave the perfect position, the position for which I've flailed all night. Does it not stand to reason that my pillow is motherfucking as it should be?

Why, pray tell, do I move my pillow when I get into bed? Furthermore, why can I never remember a comfortable position?

Whoa.

I had a dream that I died of natural causes at an old age, but still feeling spiritually young. I wasn't afraid, in fact, it was the most awesome experience ever.

After a moment, I awoke in another life for the first time, but with a full awareness of my death of this life. In that later life, I died in the strangest possible plane crash. Still not afraid of death.

Again, I awoke in a different life. I was with my mom, the one I have now, at a flea market of sorts, and I was shuffling through some comic books, specifically the Wolverine and Tupac Shakur mini-series that Mike Molina had (in the dream) been raving about, and the Punisher/ Walking Dead/ Predator series that was taking the world by storm. In that life, I had a conversation with my mom about my previous lives and deaths, in which I was truly excited to have the opportunity to live and die again. I remember clearly saying that I really loved this life I have now, until my moment of death, which woke me up in a good mood.

The only grim thing was in the third life, my mom explained our minds to me, and I realized that we are all computer parts, existing only to help run things for the efficiency of a higher power. I was still happy though.

The Thick

All is well, but sometimes something slightly more substantial than a memory comes up and grips your soul by the balls.

I'm about halfway to having my dream guitar built, and I must keep my vision of the final product clear in my mind's eye, as it is a goal and a symbol of my happy and productive path through life.