November 5, 2000
Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada

11:38pm. Seeking purpose, I have an uneasy feeling in my belly.

I am an artist, creating the world around me. Nothing happens for me unless I do it. I am not a victim of circumstance. I can walk in any direction to manifest a new life.

Balance between driving ambition and enjoying the moment is a struggle.

Television is an escape. My life idles watching other people’s dreams and visions unfold on the screen. Merely an observer, I am unsatisfied.

My art is shared freely. I don’t like the negative vibes attached to money. I ask for what I want.

My friends are kind, wise and talented. I often go inside my head. I am always alone. I am most lonely in a crowd.

There is no one to blame for anything. My frustration is due to my own lack of understanding.

Sex, drugs and rock’n roll. After the climax, I gotta do something else. Everyone is a drug user--on a chemical roller coaster. To change my groove, start with the music.

1:55am. I spend a lot of time arranging my thoughts. What image do I want to project?

This is my view: