On the Jagger / Richards complex

and becoming myself again

Oh dear reader woe! Woe is me!

My problem?

I’ve spent t.me reconnecting with my primary addiction: performing.

And now that the season has come to an end, I feel like Mick and Keith and the boys.

That’s right. I can’t get no.

NO NO NO.

I’m like a starving horse. I can’t get no

hay hay hay.

But Mick and Keith can’t stop either.

The addiction is real.

And no, I’m not so like Keith that Ive tried to snort my father’s ashes. Though I’m sure

there is some sicki joke I could make about snorting a fireman’s ashes.

Heck, after 911 most of New York city was snorting fireman’s ashes among other things.

But there. That’s it. That’s what I want to do. That’s what I NEED to do. I need to test lines and limits. I need to do this in REAL TIME-In the here and Meow.

I need to perform comedy live and in the here and meow.

Because without it?

My god.

Though I’ve been” Fine”to be around? I’m miserable. I’m dying inside.

You see dear reader, at my core, I’m not a handyman, cyclist or troll writer. I am most certainly Neith…