Danger & Play

I've said it here and I've said it in the past.

A real man, a man living a life worth living needs: Danger & Play.

I've been blogging what feels like forever.
This blog and its other incarnations are approaching something like 8-9 years of continuous existence.
I've had a few hiatuses in there but the war rages on.
I'm no longer out there living in the danger zone because the costs have grown increasingly expensive.
But, I'm still in it to win it as they say.
I'll continue posting the truth according to me for the other derelics, n'erdowells, and rogues out there.
I don't post as frequently because I don't do as much as I used to. I find myself streaminglining, hyperfocusing, and sipmly unable to waste much time, energy, or oxygen on anything other than a handful of people, goals, and pursuits.

We're here to attest to the truth no matter what people whisper to themselves in the night as to how things "should" be.
God, that word, "should," makes me want to vomit.
And the people who say it?
They live in this world that does not exist but has some state/presence because they convince others to sip the Kool-Aid and live the lie with them.

Not for me, motherfuckers.
I'm still waving my fist to resist.
You are responsible for what you feed your mind.
You are responsible for what you feed your body.
You are responsible for who you choose to allow to remain in your life on a long enough timeline.