so, like, i'm gonna write a book.

but i'm not sure what about.  and i've got this small problem, too:  i'm not sad anymore.  uh, correction---i'm joyful and satisfied and at peace.

remember that scene in The Razor's Edge where he burns all his books to make a fire to keep warm?

dude.  you feel me?  i mean, do you FEEL ME?

maybe i should have written a book back when i was all fucked up and pissed off and self-destructive. 

i gotta figure this out. thotz r welcome.