It never fails that I wake up to a night’s long tirade of advertising emails from businesses I frequent. Occasionally, as I’m sure it is with the rest of you, I don’t mind seeing a particular sale going on at Guitar Center or Lowes, but, Office Depot, you’ve got some shenanigans going on.

For months I’d get a “link broken” page when attempting to unsubscribe. Finally, today, I managed to make it happen; I hope. Actually, I had to do it two separate times for two separate emails. Whatever will happen with email number three is beyond my knowledge. Fingers crossed, though.

Let’s set the mood…

Actually, let’s not do that. I began deep-diving KISS a couple of years ago – avoiding their shtick until they took the make-up off in the eighties – and there’s a lot of songs from the seventies about underage girls. Perhaps this was acceptable behavior in The Bronx in ’74, but, it’s rather Epstein in this day and age. Not that it matters; apparently you can make it all the way to the top as a kiddie-diddler in this country. Say what you will about fences and bi-partisanship, but not many Republicans are breaking down the door to prove any of us wrong. If he’s not, release the files. End of story.

Yes, I know every woman I was ever involved with throughout life – save one; I really wanted the job – was younger than me, sometimes way younger than me, but I’m not running for president. I never planned to. Live free; don’t join and yada yada yada. I know better than to try to do anything honorable because my hometown could dig up an arsenal of ammunition against me. All I can do is smile and say, “yep, that was me.”

Was being the keyword here.

I was well on my way to running for County Commissioner or JP of Hunt County Texas in 2013 before I flipped, stroked-out, and said goodbye to everything and everyone I’d ever known. T’would have been one helluva debate. I had ZERO knowledge of my mental health at that point in life and was rather confident of my non-existent boldness. What a joke I must’ve appeared to be. Still, no one had the balls to reach out and tell me otherwise. It was way too comical to interrupt, I guess. I can respect that.

T’would’s not a word, but have you see some of the crap they stick in the dictionary every year? I think if we rally, we could make T’would happen.

T’would aside, I’m thinking about opening myself up to the world again, face-to-face, and performing solo in front of a crowd again. I came out so strong a year ago, I forgot to prepare. Something finally clicked, and continues to click daily – there’s a lot of ‘clicking’ when it comes to guitar.

My love of writing hath dwindled so much over the last few years. No, it’s not the state of the market of the fact roving groups of nobodies can make or break your craft with a simple review, it’s other writers. Since my career moved back to the US upon the closing of MBLA, I’ve been reintroduced to some metaphorical high-school grade BS worthy of nose punches.

It has everything to do with the false-courage provided by social media, and I can’t contribute to it anymore. I also don’t want to see it occurring between others. Being a writer was so much better before I got to know other authors. I’m sure some of them can say the same about me. Therefore, I think it’s time someone does the honorable thing – I’m not sure why this always has to be me – me and my opinions are going to try their hardest to dip out of the public eye a bit.

The Gonzo Wolf will be the safe place. If it’s an opinion, here is where I’ll say it. I pay for this site, and it’s a choice to come here. I think that’s fair enough. Also, I don’t have to worry about sponging-up all the negativity involved with social media scrolling. Also, if I had a dollar for every time I’ve tried doing this since The Great Starving Zoe Incident of 2020, 2022, 2024, and incidents yet to be born, I could pay for my WordPress annual subscription.

Why can’t they all be like SLASHER?

I’ll be successful this time, because I just said I would. Have you ever heard of my legendary New Year’s resolutions?

Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon. Which world would you rather live in: 1984 or The Walking Dead? Meh, it’s not like we’ll have a choice in the matter, but I feel like I could lead a group of crazies in TWD. Everything I ever needed to know in life, I learned from Negan.

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