It is the first day of August and I feel a renewed energy for pissing people off. I take heat from both sides of the spectrum. Either my shit is too degrading, or too trashy for the repressed. Or it is not explicit enough for the more thirsty and depraved. I decided a long time ago that I will primarily focus on pleasing myself. It is the only way to truly be creative. Jimi wasn't taking surveys after each lick of his guitar. Likewise, girls like Bonnie Luntz aren't seeking your approval. Take 'em or leave 'em.