beer is really good you guys

the title says it all. but of course, i just wanted to lure you in and now i can have my way with your mind!

so writing, yeah. i'd like to be famous for it. and rich for it. and happy for the release in it. that's my plan. so far i've only executed the last part when it comes to writing creatively, like poetry and what not. the times are changing friends, and in this down economy my new plan is to make the uber-hip "starving artist" routine as sad and worn out as heroin-chic. it's over dude, rich writer with something cool to say that makes you think and cry and laugh is the new black. [insert your internal monologue about me being a sellout here.]

back to the title, because it does matter. beer is good. but Coors is not. Stroh's is not. Keystone Light is not. i do like the occasional Schlitz for old time's sake, but cheap beer blows and we all know it. we can stop pretending that cool artsy types drink cheap beer because it's novel. it's what fucking happens when you don't finish your novel and shop it around.

if i want a beer, i'm not going to drink half of it and gag down the other half out of obligation because i spent food stamps on... food. i'm not going to talk about the days of yore when i was a writer people liked to read. i'm now ready with my silver Sharpie in hand for the droves of fans who want me to sign the eight-by-ten black-and-white glossy photo of myself with my chin resting on my hand. it's happening.

drinking shit pig-swill doesn't make you a good artist. creating shit everyday does. even if you think it's shit you're creating. now i'm no fucking Vonnegut, no Bukowski, no Sylvia Plath, but i am a writer -- not because i'm good at it, but because it's all my little soul has ever known what to do with itself. so i have to do it. so why not get paid -- and paid well -- for what i love to do, for what i can't stop doing any more than i can stop the physiological need to piss?

beer is really good you guys. let's raise our glasses to some fucking hard-earned and well deserved wealth -- wealth of word, wealth of heart, and fuck yeah, wealth of cold, hard cash.

too much heartache and misery has gone into this journey and too much sweet joy has been experienced to not share. SALUD!

[please note that Johnny Cash did not record records for free, except for the first one. having money is way cooler than being poor. Johnny could have told you that.]