My journal writings and sketches are just that; brief thoughts and observations of what was happening at the time, troubles with women, unemployment and uncertainty, living in New York during 9/11, observing some stupid shit in a bar. It's a chronology. I am admittedly so a terrible speller, so I apologize to anyone who may read these and find this annoying, but it's all about getting the thought down. It's raw, it's real, and they're mine.

"I can not spell, nor do I care if it's done well because there's nothing I wish to sell in this place many identify as their own personal hell."

Journal 2001-2002

"Even when the last resource is depleted, the last penny is spent, the last grain of seed is harvested, there will still be a surplus of fools!"

Journal 2001-2002

"She punched me in the face and left with my last $127. 00 dollars I thought I had hidden in a pair of dirty black socks."

Journal 2002-2003

"The devil got in my cock years ago. It happened in the shower when I was all alone. He came out of the shower drain. And up until then the pain had been excruciating, but now I got the devil in my cock. My hair got thicker, my voice seemed to change, all of these women, they seemed so strange. All of their body parts have special places, I wonder what's it be like to touch their faces, to hold their hands and know their habits, but all I want to do now is fuck like rabbits."

Journal 2002-2003

"When we first met it wasn't like meeting someone for the first time, she wasn't a new person, a girlfriend or what ever, it was like being re-united in this new life. We fell in love immediately."

Journal 2004-2005