I’m 41, and I’ve been fucked in the head for as long as I can remember. At this point, I have no delusions that shit is ever going to be “okay.” I am the product of a fourteen-year-old foster child getting pregnant by another foster child of undetermined(by me, anyway)age. I’d already known this by the time I tracked down my biological mother and several … Continue reading I’m always gonna be f***ed in the head.
I recently watched a YouTube vid in which an obnoxious metalhead rants and raves about how horrible Darkthrone’s latter day punk and nwobhm-infused records are. He seems genuinely angered by the band’s decision not to craft albums suited to his specific tastes. The thing is, artists are under no obligation to please fans. If they’re not pleasing themselves and following their respective muses, they aren’t … Continue reading Artists don’t owe you anything
The ghastly, pallid figure inhabiting the glass before me, its chest mimicking the rise and fall off my own, isn’t me. It can’t be. I’m big. I’m strong. Or at least, I thought I was. I need to eat more food and get more sleep. Life is wearing me down, right now. Continue reading Mirror, mirror
Patrick Walts 