Pick My Brain

For once, i was around to experience a life changing moment of my own. Spending a weekend with my friends for a wedding. Between Feb 2009 and Jan 2010, i believe I had forgotten how awesome these people are, and how they are not going to wait for my lazy ass. They progress daily, doing something. I work. For other people. All the time. I’ve missed birthdays which belong to the children of my best friends, was unwilling to sacrifice to visit friends abroad. I have, completely, forgone my education (save for serving a table in French today. FUCK YEAH!), and have no aims outside of money.

I do fucking love money. However, I’ve reached my income cap without further investment of either capital, time, or a pre-fab mix of both. My greed is a delicious and savory meal on which I dine daily. My actions and distractions are simply satellites to the godly body of my wallet. I really would sell my mother for enough cash.

One weekend in Romeo has greatly dented on that. One weekend with people I used to peck seeds with, a few days with friends who’ve seen me at my worst, and a couple dozen hours with people who really fucking get me. Nobody else gets me. I don’t make new friends. There are a small contingent of people out there enough to not think i’m not totally out there, and i hung out with nearly all of them last weekend. One of them picked me to be part of his wedding, one has written me into a short story, many have offered an open ear to my insanity, some simply were cool with whatever mischief I was involved in. Regardless, these people (geniuses/idiots) have the ability to make me feel human, and part of a community. They have given me family which I have NEVER had. My entire body swells with the love I have for all of them.

I have nothing to give back to them. A friend in the industry, another person they can count as a facebook friend, or somebody who might randomly show up at an event if I’m not busy working. I can’t give them an MIT scholar, an author, an artist, a musician, or even somebody to come hang when they need it. This changes soon. I can give these people back the energy I have thrived off of for the last 10 or so years. I can simply be there and I can go beyond that and be a bastion and an anchor. I will be better. If not for me, then for those who have offered me so much. I will not be a machine for others to profit. I will be a teammate in the universal profit of US. Fuck them.

More and more of my life OS dictated through gangster rap lyrics and rumors.

We’re only around long enough to write a book about it.

Who knows what I’ll be next. Dead if I’m lucky.

In Rust I Trust.
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So…this is a test and only a test.
I think I’m beginning to dislike the urban agriculture movement. Not because it interferes with my life really, but because it just doesn’t seem in line with my own fantastical image of the city. That and I am sick of hippies.

I’m starting to feel like I’ve met all the people I’m going to meet in Detroit. It’s a weird side effect of having lived elsewhere , I think. I don’t really care to frequent places I don’t already, there aren’t many people who are new to those dives, it’s a rock/hard place situation. At some point I should maybe take some hobby of mine to a new level of nerdiness and start going to meetings or something. Going back to school would probably work, but is an expensive and time consuming option. Maybe I’ll start to hang out in Canada.

Either way, it seems like a ton of work. And time away from making money. I’m a greedy bastard.

Got into an interesting conversation with the wife of one of the owners over my views on the difference between greed and selfishness and why I don’t view greed as a bad thing but do view selfishness as such. I sure hope I got my point across. At least I’m pretty sure my earrings aren’t freaking her out any longer.

Welp…suppose I’m going to mosey on down to get some groceries and take advantage of a nice, not super hot, June day. I hear Montreal is like this all summer.

G3
In Rust I Trust.

Summer is underway, the Tigers are playing again, and I’m working 6 days a week.  Somethings simply never change.  There are a billion things bouncing around in my head which I could elaborate on, to no ends, in this “weblog” or whatever.  Montgomery Burns syndrome is ruining it though;  So many ideas trying to get through a bottleneck at once so that none may actually pass.

Just renewed the website, so there’s at least one more year of www.gregg-smith.com.  Weird to think that I don’t even look for a return on this expense.  It’s not overwhelmingly costly, however it’s kind of like throwing money into the wind and hoping some change flies back into my face.

Saw a chick the other day with two silver teeth (her canines).  Super hot.

I think i may take a bathroom break from this and see what inspiration that creates.

Survey says:  Not much.  I was inspired to start my batch of laundry and make yet another cup of coffee.  I also enjoyed a delicious roll from Honeybee and some guacamole…alot of guacamole.

I think i might just charge up the gameboy and play some pokemon.  That way being lazy is somehow less unproductive.

in rust i trust

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