Level Zero

Depression is one hell a thing. Yes, here I am again, back at the same point I was at last year. Still licking the wounds of the disillusion that was 2010. The difference this time is that i'm not going to make any future plans, no promises. I'm tired of saying things, talking about all the “stuff” i'm going to do. No, no. Enough of that. I'm going to do the stuff I set out to do instead of talking about it. Hell, it may not work out, I may fail but at least I’m taking action. I'm DOING...and it feels good.

Where was I all this time? Oh, we'll get in to that. I'm going to tell you every last ugly detail. Perhaps that's good for me to tell you all. As a form of therapy (No, I was NOT in jail and I was NOT in an asylum), I don't know. But I know, I’m ready to open up, to get out and join the world again.


Yeah, I may be cynical still, I still have a big mouth and foul language but I also have something I haven't felt in a long, LONG time....hope. I'll be going now. Glad to be back.


Keep working out, and eat those carrots if you've got them...


Expect a new chapter in the tragedy of Johnny Madrid very, very soon.


PEACE!!!

p.s.: Thank you Vania, for your kind words. They kept me going.