Pat Boone - Star Dust (1958)

...and we're back. It's been 6 years since I've posted to this blog (good lord a "blog" that even sounds old) but here I was sitting at home alone on a Sunday morning and found an old stack of records I haven't played in a long time. And good old Pat Boone shows up in the stack and I decide to play it. from 1958, 11 years before Woodstock, this dude is crooning all over the place. wow amazing. anyway, the point being that time flies and apparently Pat is still alive somewhere out there. and I'm here because of my life. because I need a place to get disgruntled over it all in anonminiyt. I have no idea if any of this is going to make any sense who cares I just need to get my fingers writing again - it's been 2 years since I've written anything and I can't take it anymore. so tired of dreaming that I've craweled back and sitting in front of this computer which is ironic since I purchased this computer over 2 years ago to get my writing life to the next level, hopefully getting published. you know a faster computer that has more space and actually works. it has been the exact opposite. when I got this computer all I did was start watching youtube videos and came across Kyle Pounds living in the van vlogs and went nuts on those. all i did was watch those instead of write. and from there I just kept watching more and more people living in their vans. and no writing and then work and then debt and then kids and then wife and then life and suddenly writing was something I used to do. I'd blame it on writers block and that I needed a break, then I blamed it on the stress of work, then the stress of raising a teenage daughter. oh on and on I went finding as many excuses as I needed. but in the end (which is today) not a goddamn thing got editted or written or anything. I just got fat, lost more hair, hated my job and yelled at my kids.