"Hey, man. How come you're not writing?"

Well, been doing a lot of this:

















A lot of this...

















Not a lot of this...





















but, you know...someday.

DISC GOLF.
Combines some of my favorite things: hiking, weed, and...um...I forget.

Seriously, though. I think I may be one of the very few non-stoners who've grown addicted to throwing plastic circles into metal nets. The first time I ever went frolfing alone, I ran into some guys from Michigan. I struck up a conversation, being myself a Wolverine, and they invited me to play with them. Two holes later we were taking a blaze break.

I played my first round this November in Michigan with a friend who was getting married that afternoon. Needless to say, we smoked him out on the fifth hole, got him drunk by the eleventh, and he's now one of the most available bachelor's I know. C'mon ladies! He's a PhD chemist with responsibility issues who crumbles like a house of cards under the slightest peer pressure. He's a fixer-upper. A bad boy. With a PhD. Dr. Bad Boy. You can change him. Just give it a try!

Anyway, my lady friend got me some discs for Christmas and I've been addicted ever since. There are courses all over Southern California. So far, I've played on four different courses here in SoCal. My goal is to be good enough to join the SoCal Disc Golf Association. Not that you have to be good to join, but the only reason you would would be to play in the tournaments and I am no where near good enough for those.

"But wait," you say, "shouldn't you be focusing on writing and selling a script, or at least getting a job?"

Eh, fuck it. I'm gonna go frolf pro. Writing's for losers.


Here are some other things I've been doing:




Also, there's this:


And this:


And these:


And let's not forget:


Also, I'm reading:

by the late David Foster Wallace who sadly hanged himself earlier this year. And at 3lbs. and over 1000 of the densest pages you've ever read, I have to procrastinate to procrastinate.

And of course:


So, really, it's a shock I can write anything at all. The sad part is, this is probably only half of what I spend my time doing. I didn't include hiking, camping, eating, sleeping, drinking, masturbating...

God. I'm really depressed now. I am, indeed, a waste of space.

OK. I'm off to make something of myself.

Right after I do a few things...