Shut Up And Listen 260

Five years. I was 18 when I began this column. I began it because I had something to say and, for a while, I kept on having things to say. Now, I'm just tired and I'm sick of this shit. Fuck you all, I'm done.

Do you have any idea how good it feels to know that when I'm done this, I'm done? For good? For-fucking-ever?

Don't get me wrong, I'm proud that I managed to keep this up for five years with very little interruption and an on-time record of 97% (okay, I made that up, but the number is high, trust me). I kicked the fuck out of this whole column thing. Hell, if I wanted, I keep doing this shit, but I just don't want to.

Part of the reason why I started this whole thing was to prove to myself that I could write something each and every week. It was an exercise and I think I've done it long enough. Hell, there were times when I was doing two columns a week. I can't believe that, at one point, I was writing "Shut Up And Listen" and "Let Me Tell You" each and every week.

But, now I do a lot of writing at my school's paper, so maybe it isn't so hard to believe. Hell, last week, I wrote four CD reviews, a book review, a movie review, swanky/skanky and a column for the paper. And, hell, fuck it, I'm just tired.

Thanks to everyone who's been reading and all of that shit. I'd name specific names, but there are a lot of you and if I forgot one of you, you'd be all pissed off and I'd feel bad and I don't want to feel bad, so I'm naming any names at all. People who deserve to be thanked can figure it out on their own, and people who shouldn't be thanked can think I'm thanking them anyway. But I'm not. And fuck you for arrogance like that. That's not cool, man. Not cool at all.

If you're curious about my opinions on stuff, I'm sure I can be found somewhere ranting like a moron about things only I give a fuck about. And, if you haven't caught the live show, you should.

And . . . well, that's it.

Later.