I suppose an element of risk adds a little bit of excitement and me and my normal mates are pretty boring at times. As you know I am the kind of guy who does peoples heads in with all of my observations and ruminations. I have scared a few people off by stepping out of the normal run of the mill narratives especially in graffiti art. I guess I enjoy bending the narratives. I need to get a new book out but I have not known where to start. I have a bit of material to get started.

I am tired of fiction because I have said all I can in that space and my stuff is pretty lame anyway. I only write books to get out stuff that annoys me. To be honest writing is like swearing obscenities in a nice way. It comes from the same place. I have a lot of pent up annoyances with life long dead end societal crap that just screws people over. I am a non conformist and I definitely know you are too but writing a book is worth a thousand anti-social activities.

If a book is really good mind you, you could end up in jail probably in solitary confinement. I don’t think my book will be that good and its all just observations and hair brained ideas. I can feel it building though and then I can just move on and put that gripe behind me. Spite is a very good motivator, that I know well. I hope your sentencing isn’t too traumatic and we can hang out. But I know things outside aren’t that rosy and Sydney is in the dictionary as hellish unaffordability.

Maybe I am the sort of person who isn’t worth hanging out with anyway. I am buried in a conspiratorial haze that I just cooked up from my own experience. I am too stupid to remember facts and even know what people are saying on YouTube, the other thing is I genuinely don’t care. I do enjoy books though and reading. I could literally go and live in a cave and be perfectly happy. All I need is a cat to hang out with.