I've finished inking forty of the eighty pages of the next issue of my comic book. I figure that I will have this issue finished by the 25th of October. That's a pretty fast turnaround- four months- for this issue. That doesn't include the time I spent writing and laying out the text.
Now, I have to spend my time as constructively and productively as I am able to for the next eight months. Why eight months? In June of 2019 I will have my fifty-fifth birthday. When I was in grad school, a fellow graduate student from Korea named Kim read my palm. He said that in my mid-fifties, I would have a big change in my life. I hope that doesn't just mean that I will have a massive heart attack and die. Kim didn't specify what all would change. He first said that I would marry and be very happy. Ha!
When I had the vision of the new chapter of Legend of Richy Vegas, the issue of Kim's fortune for me came up in this way; I decided to make Kim's fortune a self-fulfilling prophesy. The story on this home page, Richy Vegas: a psycho memoir, chronicles the last time I was to inherit all of this good stuff in 1995, and how that all got screwed up. So now, I have the Kim's fortune as my new date.
Over the years, I've found that these dates just have to pass. There never is any way around it. The year 2000, with the new millennium, brought dates that I just had to wait out for about as long a period of time as I have to wait out this one. My family scheduled a big Christmas get-together on one of our uncle's properties for Christmas 2000. I must have anticipated something happening for at least the nine months prior. Well, here I sit. I wonder if there's any good new porn on the porn sites tonight?
Yeah, the big difference between now and the year 2000 is that I don't have the bad substance abuse habits now that I did back then. I can pass the time with my books and my music. I've also learned how to make consistently intelligent decisions about the women in my world these days. At least, I think they're intelligent decisions.
An example: I play open mikes. I do this to help me memorize songs and perform them competently for the purposes of gigs and recording of said songs. The other day I ate at a restaurant where I perform. A young girl who works there asked if I was going to play the open mike that was coming up in a day or two. I said I might.
I got really excited that this young girl talked to me just this little bit, but when the night of the open mike came, I decided not to go. I just saw this less traveled road open up at the fork, and I decided to take it. I want to memorize at least one new song before I play out anywhere. I have three from, ostensibly, the next album, that I've memorized, but I don't just want to do those again. I want to uncork at least one or more new numbers at these events.
I figure that if this young woman just wanted to shine me on a bit, then I didn't want to show up all excited and just do the same songs. If she was coming from a more sincere place, as another possible explanation, then waiting until I have some new material to play probably wouldn't put her off any. I've had plenty of women do that jump through hoops stuff, and the predominant conclusion I can come up with about that is that they didn't really care for me that much.
Now, I have to spend my time as constructively and productively as I am able to for the next eight months. Why eight months? In June of 2019 I will have my fifty-fifth birthday. When I was in grad school, a fellow graduate student from Korea named Kim read my palm. He said that in my mid-fifties, I would have a big change in my life. I hope that doesn't just mean that I will have a massive heart attack and die. Kim didn't specify what all would change. He first said that I would marry and be very happy. Ha!
When I had the vision of the new chapter of Legend of Richy Vegas, the issue of Kim's fortune for me came up in this way; I decided to make Kim's fortune a self-fulfilling prophesy. The story on this home page, Richy Vegas: a psycho memoir, chronicles the last time I was to inherit all of this good stuff in 1995, and how that all got screwed up. So now, I have the Kim's fortune as my new date.
Over the years, I've found that these dates just have to pass. There never is any way around it. The year 2000, with the new millennium, brought dates that I just had to wait out for about as long a period of time as I have to wait out this one. My family scheduled a big Christmas get-together on one of our uncle's properties for Christmas 2000. I must have anticipated something happening for at least the nine months prior. Well, here I sit. I wonder if there's any good new porn on the porn sites tonight?
Yeah, the big difference between now and the year 2000 is that I don't have the bad substance abuse habits now that I did back then. I can pass the time with my books and my music. I've also learned how to make consistently intelligent decisions about the women in my world these days. At least, I think they're intelligent decisions.
An example: I play open mikes. I do this to help me memorize songs and perform them competently for the purposes of gigs and recording of said songs. The other day I ate at a restaurant where I perform. A young girl who works there asked if I was going to play the open mike that was coming up in a day or two. I said I might.
I got really excited that this young girl talked to me just this little bit, but when the night of the open mike came, I decided not to go. I just saw this less traveled road open up at the fork, and I decided to take it. I want to memorize at least one new song before I play out anywhere. I have three from, ostensibly, the next album, that I've memorized, but I don't just want to do those again. I want to uncork at least one or more new numbers at these events.
I figure that if this young woman just wanted to shine me on a bit, then I didn't want to show up all excited and just do the same songs. If she was coming from a more sincere place, as another possible explanation, then waiting until I have some new material to play probably wouldn't put her off any. I've had plenty of women do that jump through hoops stuff, and the predominant conclusion I can come up with about that is that they didn't really care for me that much.
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