Disclaimer

Feel like this deserves its own post too, as I'm still wired from all the coffee I drank tonight to make it through the show I went to see. This is possibly the most important rule of this endeavor, and I promise you this is the only time I will be 100% honest and true with you all:

Only a percentage of what I'll write will be true. Why, you ask? Well, first of all, no story goes along on its merry way through its life as a story without a tiny to huge bit of embellishment. Sometimes I make shit up completely. Part of discovering who you are as a human is admitting that you like to outright lie sometimes, and the rest of the time just feel like stretching every truth to fit your own needs. This is one of those times.

Obviously I can't use the names of folks I've fucked over or thoughts horrible things about, because, well, you're probably my readers. Furthermore, I can't really accurately describe some situations, as it would leave me more open to attack than any semblance of understanding, so realistically, I'm not trying to kill my friendship with you. I'm not trying to kill anything. I'm trying to build a narrative of my life, sometimes fictitious to a certain or complete extent. So no, you don't know if what I'm writing is the truth, and you shouldn't care. Its more about how I view myself.

You can certainly look at is as a whole bundle of truth wrapped up into stories that omit the correct names, sure. Or you can think of it as a pack of lies that have been running together for entirely too long, and just can't seem to separate themselves from the truth no matter how hard they try, sure. Or you can feel like you're stuck some where in between, wondering if I truly said that to that girl, or if I truly hated you for that period of time, or if the story is truly even about you, which in all honesty, it probably is. But the point is that its a story, and a method of relaxing my mind to the point of pleasant contention and acceptance simultaneously. Its all about making the most of a story, regardless of factual information or situational circumstances.

So in conclusion to this preface, I'd like to let you know that, yes, you are the sucker for reading this. And, yes, I am somewhat of an evil person, but probably not as evil as I portray myself both in my daily life and in this printed medium. Seriously, its called playing a character. I've been wonderful at playing my own, and now its time to let others know that my character is just that: a strange, somewhat awful, but truly justified insane person who finds nothing but satisfaction in the simultaneous triumph and suffering of the human spirit. I don't want to tell stories you can relate to, I want to make you question whether or not you also deserve to relate. I'm not entirely sure if I do yet.

Its raining again.