poem.

your life is your life
don't let it be clubbed into dank
submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is life somewhere.
it may not be much life but
it beats the
darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you
chances.
know them, take them.
you can't beat death but
you can beat death
in life,
sometimes.
and the more often you
learn to do it,
the more light there will
be.
your life is your life.
know while you have
it.
you are marvelous
the gods want to delight
in
you.

"hank".

I don't understand.

I don't understand how I have dedicated my life to helping others, and working to make the world a better place, and then submit myself to the bottom of the barrel income. Why do those who choose other professions, who instead help the economy and contribute to evil capitalism, make so much more money, and therefore have a. more income and flexibility, and b. more social recognition?

ANGRY.

Ideally, I would like to work towards social change, and be able to have the freedom to travel and experience the world at the same time. Is that too much to ask? Apparently so.

My solution (developed through the help of some serious brainstorming with my good buddy Aaron): Create a vegan cookbook entirely of greasy recipes for hangovers (really, this is a huge problem for me), and make a lot of money so that I can travel all over.

But, not really.