Boy, Do We Have Some Catching Up To Do

New York is kind of like Florida. Florida is kind of like New York. People from New York move to Florida to die. Floridians move to New York because they've either never lived in a good state for the entirety of their lives or they're originally from New York. They're both the same state, just a thousand miles apart. Makes sense? Probably not, since I'm sort of rambling.

I've been here for a little over a month. Life is good. I'm jobless, I live with family (soon to live in Brooklyn with some dear old chums of mine) and I'm slightly broke. I'm single, and I take 100% of the blame for such a status. I just graduated a two bit university with a two bit degree in a two bit state. I'm at the point of my life where I have to either write a book to justify my existence or be complacent with my existence as a failed artist (for lack of a better term). I could not live with myself doing the latter, and so, dear internet, I've decided to take a leave of absence this past month to get settled and think on a bunch of really cool and stupid ideas.

There have been times for the past few months where I think to myself, "God damn it, Scott! This could be a wonderful blog post!" Well, I assure you, dear reader, that such incidents are not lost. Pretty soon, I will be blogging up a storm, like I used to say for however long I've had this site. I will, though, write quite a bit more now that I have all of this free time. I need to write. I need to be creative and vent and all of the great things that make me a dumb twentysomething with access to broadband internet in the greatest city in the world. In due time, my friends. In due time.

-Scott

(You have "Seymour: An Introduction" to thank, by the way, for the whole "stream-of-consciousness" thing. What a dull but impacting book.)