Imagine this...
A new journal entry after over a year of static.

For any of you who care to know, this is what's going on with me:

I am typing this entry from my new job, which is pretty cool, considering its a warehouse job. I make good money, and I have full benefits as of last week, and the majority of my co-workers are cool, so it's pretty ballin.

I'm singing for a new band now, about to start a new project, and working almost daily on my Electronica/Techno/Weirdo project. The Importance of Poison is still looking for a bassist, but we do have a "comeback" show scheduled for the middle of April. Cleveland, MS, put your fucking game faces on, cuz we're gonna bring it. The Suffering is playing April 17th at the Double Deuce on Highland in midtown Memphis. I'll be finishing the Dr. Kevorkian CD soon, and all tracks will be available for download, not to mention I will be making a site for merch when the time is right. I still don't really know what to expect from this project, but I know that pulling off a live show is going to be some kind of difficult. Difficult... but not impossible. Go check this shit out if you haven't yet and give me some feedback. I'd love to hear what you think.

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Still living at home for the moment, but I'm trying to find a decent roommate, as I will be moving out VERY soon. My love life is nonexistant (big fucking surprise) but I think it's better that I'm not in a relationship at this point. I keep getting my heart stepped on, and its gotten really fucking old. I don't think I have anything left to give at this point, so I'm keeping it all for myself. I've realized in the past few years that I have let some good women, the ones we like to call "keepers", slip through my fingers. No more hunting for me. I know you're out there, and I'll find you when I need to.

I've grown cold and bitter... old and weary... sick and tired. Tired of perpetuating the vicious cycle, but unable to escape it. Tired of throwing myself at women I deem worthy, and then getting the cold shoulder. Tired of committing to things that drain me and make me feel useless.... I am lucky to have some awesome friends who have been my light in this dark time in my life. I'm getting things accomplished. I've set goals and am sticking to my convictions. I have purpose, I know it. Looking back at my last entry... My perspective has changed. I may not be happy with my life every day, but I'm happy to be alive. I happy that I have opportunities. I'm happy that despite everything that has happened to me, I am finally moving forward. I have a lot of tools in front of me, now I have to learn how to use them to my advantage. I may be cynical and bitter, but I'm motivated. I'm optimistic for what the future holds for me.

Planning a trip or two for the summer. Getting my sleeve worked on next Saturday. Making progress, staying lifted, blah blah blah

Music is my release. It is my life. I'm chasing a dream that is hard, if not impossible, to catch. That being said, this is what I ask of you, oh, reader of my brain matter. I cannot and will not ever be able to make it as a musician without your support. Tell your friends. Buy a t-shirt or a sticker. Hell, message me or something and I'll send you some free ones. (stickers, that is. Them t-shirts was expensive). If anything else, go listen to the music and if you like it, tell one person. Just one. Help me spread the word. I have gotten involved with some AMAZING musicians, and all we need is the right door to be opened and we can run with this shit. Take five minutes and help me succeed. I pour my heart and soul into those songs, and into my writing. Help me make something of it.

I'm going to try and start posting more often. I have a lot to get out. Thanks to all you deviants who have stuck around even though I have been slacking hardcore.

~ABS