28 Days later, I’m here to tell you that the sun shine helps and I want to feel myself not kill myself. Old habits die hard and seasonal anxiety is real. The hard cold reality has set in and I’ve became resentful of it’s terms of conditions. Being a hopeless romantic I admit chivalry has taught me a valuable lesson, which is in-dependency is the only path to happiness. I find no pleasure chasing a proverbial goose around in circles always beginning in the same place. I want some thing more and need a change of pace and scenery from this suffocation which is hardening my heart and spirit. We’ve made some leaps and bounds over the past couple years and I appreciate all who’ve dedicated time and put fourth effort into helping this project collectively to reach some level of artistic freedom, expression and exposure, I promise to make good on the promise to make good when the success ship arrives. My life in Minnesota will soon come to an end and my myth will become legend. I have no regrets only grey hairs and memories of what may have been the greatest love the world has never known. Confessions of a heartbroke servant packing up his tattered rags, music and ambitions and moving on. -Aball Muse
Images Courtsey of Anthony Apollo Photography ®
We all know that you will be back in the saddle soon. Like you said: old habits die hard.
Much love from the Texas team regardless which path you take.
I tried to read the ‘ode to my cock’ revision to tshis and he refused to believe that our dear ‘A’ wrote such a self indulged exaggeration. All that is left is to throw the bon voyage party at First Avenue where you fuck Divinity on stage and sing “My Way” as you flee to a city able to appreciate our generation’s David Ruffin.