The Abyss

Women, music, guitars, friends, television, video games, computers, my iguana, Twitter, pornography, jerkin’ it, hearing a good breakdown, parties, the act of partying, hot girls who aren’t bitches, California, Las Vegas, The West Coast, NOT OHIO, Metal, Schecter, Gibson, short shorts, bikinis, sexism, Star Wars, Final Fantasy, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, Pleasantville, Pan’s Labyrinth, blowjobs and Balto. I’m sure there are more, but these are what I could think of off of the top of my head. Been feeling a little down lately, so I decided to place all of the things I liked in one place so that whenever I start to feel a little depressed, I can just look here, find one of the things I mentioned and reflect on it. Good strategy, if you ask me.

- D.R.P.M.

Teenagers. What can you say about them? They’re in constant combat with their own red hot, malleable mind and the hammer that is the array of influences that warps those minds every day of their lives…

I’d like to believe I’m overcoming this stage of my life; that I’m hardening on a set of morals that I will carry through my entire life. Metaphorically, I’m exhausted from the beatings against the anvil, and it stops now lest my fragile chassis break. I can only hope that this holds true… Oh, and friends? They’re an illusion.

John

I’ve always been an indecisive person, but with a decision that could alter the direction of your life entirely, what tactic is best for tackling it? There is none, really. It’s moments like this when a man must be a man and decide.

The problem? It’s way too easy to revert back to how things were, which in my case is one option at this fork in the road; because of this, you’re more inclined to do so. A comfort zone takes guts to break, but this Cheese Station is running out.

John

Bitches be trippin’. Why they trippin’ so damn much? I’ve asked myself this question about one too many times and can never exactly find the right answer. Now, you might be saying to yourself, “Dillon, that’s not nice. Women do many great things for us like make us sandwiches and give us erections.” and while that may be true, how often do these things actually happen? And when they do indeed happen, it’s always at our cost. For fuck’s sake, I once payed fifty dollars for a bitch to eat at the motherfucking Olive Garden and afterwards all I got was an awkward goodbye hug. Fair? You decide.

D.R.P.M.

Who am I? I’m John Heaton.

Just like you, I’m an average person, on an endless journey of nothing, here on Earth, with no real purpose. I can’t say that one person can’t matter, but I’m not one of those people who do. Do I care? Hardly. But while I’m traversing along the track of life, and sometimes a bit off the track, I think it’s important that we communicate to each other our experiences in an attempt to pullulate wisdom and combat ignorance. That’s what I, and soon others, are here to do. I will not comply with any schedule to write on here, because that’s not who I am, but I can promise that only truth be written here. A wide array of subjects, ranging from life experiences to general interests and important information may be posted here.

John