Where am I?

Starlets, I don't know if anyone is reading this but I feel obligated to post something here. It has been a while since I have written in these woods but I have a legitimate excuse. Also, I don't want anyone thinking I'm dead. Not yet, not before I owe back taxes.

I get asked about A Journey once or twice a week. Is it dead? No, it will never be dead. You can read a new post every day and have enough content to last over a year. Content I'm proud of. Looking back through these archives is nostalgic, there are some gems hidden away, snippets of myself growing up not just as a person, but as a young asshole.

Frankly, the blogging format is one that I have been losing interest in for a long while. I'm shifting away from it but that does not mean I'm going away. Unfortunately for you, it means I'm just trying to take my shit to that infamous "next level". Ah, the American Dream.

Here's how I was thinking about it. As I tweet, tumbl and work on my own site, I have been trying to come up with an easy out, a simple analogy that could explain everything to everyone. That's when it hit me. Deer feces.

Deer have very recognizable poop. Small little balls that Doe seem to churn out at a constant rate. It doesn't smell and it's easy to step in. I won't speak for us all, but frankly deer shit is a nuisance.

I feel like that is what this blog was becoming. Rather than have regulated, small little dumps that can't be ignored, why not have a few solid ones every so once and a while? You know, like a bear? Then maybe everyone won't have to wallow in my deer shit and we can all get along.

At least, that's what I hope.

I'm going to be back here one day, I know it. Until then, I have to tip my hat to the crew of this vessel (that includes you readers), cock back the half smile and say "See you later"

So...

cock

See you later.