Ha!
Tricked you!
It's actually me, @NoNamesLeftToUse The Writer/Artist Himself!
I had planned to write up a parody post this time around. I wanted to be funny.
After spending a good chunk of time searching around my mind's nooks and crannies, I've come to the conclusion the motivation to write such a post has been lost. With so many thoughts cluttering up brainland tonight, digging for the one I wanted to use seems pointless as well.
Tonight, I will not sleep. Can't shut it off.
I have a song on repeat.
I do that sometimes; helps me concentrate.
Music takes me back to the days when I first heard the song. That can be a bad side effect. I suppose it all depends on the song and time. I don't have a perfect history book to read when I think about where I've been, what I've done.
Sitting here, painting pictures, trying to do something awesome with my life, trying not to waste a minute of it. This song though. Takes me right back to some dark nights.
I can picture the rut I was in back then. I can see my apartment from back then. Ten empty beer bottles on the desk; shit like that. I used to work, then drink... and holy fuck was I ever alone back then. It was just me, my drink, the music. I tricked myself into feeling successful because of how well work was going. I was my job.
I still like this song though. It means something different now.
I really need to get my shit together. Working on it but gambling away my future on a dream. It's either what I do works out, and I can finally live; or I'll have to live with the fact I worked my ass off trying to get somewhere I wanted to be, for nothing.
Why am I even telling you this?
I arted twice.
In one post.
The parody post I had planned was supposed to be easy. A few jokes mocking some copy pasta, and then the ten minutes it would have taken me to replicate some of the cheesy art I've been seeing near the top of the Steemit trending tab in the past couple of weeks.
If I told you how many hours I put into this post, you'd call me crazy, and I'd be fine with that, because I call me crazy.
Whatever, I'm proud of my work, just as you probably are once you're finished something. Now I gamble. I have no clue what to expect. No clue if anyone will like what they see. No clue if people will even look!
Okay.
I'm done.
Have a nice day.
