LIFE SUCKS

I make dishes

So, like, here I am, stuck in limbo sucking on another pint bottle of Seagram's 7 waiting for my life to catch up with my dreams. I'm not an "alcoholic," I mean my uncle on my fathers side drunk himself to death and my grandfather on my mothers side has been drunk sense 1954, but I digress... I'm 29 and just got my Bachelors degree *whoopee* I'm the first member of my family to do so and I gone done fucked it up by getting it in studio art. Yup, I am no good for anyone, not even myself because I chose an art form that requires a $10,000 kiln and a $10,000 studio, yeah I decided to make dishes, by hand. I know, I know fucking retarded. I got $22,000 of debt to pay off first, HA! like thats gonna happen, but compared to some other majors I kinda got off cheep. So any-hoo here I am, in limbo. Don't let it fool you, it did me for a while, limbo is a very special place, a place where one can go and relay, where you can read countless numbers of novels, a place where you can get talked to by your father you haven't spent more that 3 hours with per year for the last...ummmmm...13 years, yeah, limbo... But its coo right, I mean *FUCK MY SEGRAM'S GONE DAMN ME FOR DRINKING IT* I only gotta spend 6 months putting up with shit, not making art, working a loser job (the one I'm trying to get, but hasn't happened yet) before Life catches up with my dreams, right? I'm a winner, right? I can do it, right? I better because in like 6months I'm gonna hop a plain to China and study ceramics under masters of the field while turing the country and seeing epic shit, and doing epic shit, and eating epic shit *wait* and making epic shits and ya know, like badassness...fuck you red line badassness is a word! (damn, my bottle is still empty) Like thats my first semester in graduate school, of which i have a scholarship for, and then i gotta move to butt-raping west Virginia to learn how to be a bad-ass from a couple of super coo dudes. But after that the bullshit doesn't stop, Oh no, then I gotta be a professional, and like make work worthy of being on a national, or heaven forbid, international scene, OH GOD WHY! If I'm really unlucky I have to tour the country doing demos and giving lectures about my art work and why hand made pots are great, I mean like fuck, we are living in the 1st world here we should all be using paper plates and cups so we don't have to, or pay someone to, clean up after ourselves. But its what ever, I mean we all have to work some shitty job we love then die before we go to heaven, wait... no such thing, we are just a mass of whatever physicists think we are with no set purpose so we might as well find something we wanna do and go fore it, fuck the rest, lets dance... whose with me?