Week 2: DDP Yoga + Weight Training

Loving Life

I see myself in the mirror and I look like 10 pounds of shit in a five pound bag, "a bloated fat arthritic alcoholic" is my preferred vernacular, it makes me laugh. When I say it to my friends, they get upset because they don't see that at all, so thats nice I guess.

We had a meeting with a Warner Brothers affiliated record label a few months ago and I chose not to sign because I wasn't sure what I was bringing to the table besides the withered husk of myself.

My traps are back.

We had a meeting with a Sony affiliated guy yesterday and it's a similar deal, but still, I'm not in the place where I need to be to have anyone invest in me or to even bet on myself.

Two weeks of sobriety and aggressive yoga and some weights, I'm so close to being sub-200 pounds, I fit in my skinny jeans again. Onwards and upwards. Hoping I'll be jacked in another two weeks for Montclair Porchfest, where we get to share the stage with MonsterDog and Endless Midnight.

Let's slay, motherfuckers.