Carry me awhile and then you can take a snack break.
Some email and messages have been coming in:
"Jerry, I can hear your podcast! What's up?"
"Jerry, do you have any airchecks from when you were on the radio in Texas? I can't seem to find any."
"Jerry, can you voice a movie trailer for me? I just made this film and have zero dollars left in my budget…"
"Jerry, my friend is making a documentary about the Starck Club in Dallas and we'd like to get you on there because of all the great iconic work you did back then as a DJ!"
Jerry, Jerry, Jerry… I'm sick of hearing my name! Or even reading it, as in this case. I'm not feeling well and I need some loving, kind, and sweet people to offer me a hand in grace to carry me over this hump and rut I find myself currently in now.
My server is down because I can't afford the $120 I owe them, so all my podcasts are down. My car insurance will expire today. Gas is $3.20-something a gallon. I got a new hospital bill…. I am hungry and my account is empty. If you happen to see the "Donate Button" on the right side of the page of http://www.jerrylentz.com and can access it, feel good about helping out, please help by all means! I would greatly appreciate it!
Hope today is better than yesterday! If not, could I get some volunteers to kick it's ass? Is it just me, or do you also feel as though these days have been rather sucky? There's also a slight but noticeable sense of impending doom. Anyone? It's truly been awful for me! I'm so despondent and ready to run away, but with gas as expensive as it is... Where? How?
I need to try and deal with this just as I have whenever I had similar feelings, all these many years... I did such a good job. Good job of trying to run away. I need a positive distraction! Someone please hear my cry for help! Take me away from here!
My mood might have been exacerbated by having just finished reading, "Children of the Flames: Dr. Josef Mengele and the Untold Story of the Twins of Auschwitz" by Lucette Lagnado. I need some light reading now, I think.
Was in my car and saw a woman freaking out! The media never covers women with road rage, it's always guys, but seriously, there's nothing funnier than a woman screaming her head off at the truck in front of her that can't go as fast as she wants. Ever notice that those that yell at people while driving are some of the worst drivers themselves?
It's a fact: I'm a freak magnet! If I'm anywhere and I'm alone... I won't be alone for long. People in public just walk up to me and start telling me their sad stories. I've said it before, but it's true. You have to see it! It's unbelievable!
I need a hobby. I was thinking of getting a few tools and making something. Been thinking about what it might take to build the perfect office chair for a friend who needs a good one. I searched for videos online and found, "how to make a sex-chair!" I kid you not! It was just like the one George Clooney builds in "Burn After Reading" There were "models" trying it out, too! I couldn't believe it! I couldn't believe I watched that "how to" video 12 times before I was finished!
I don't want to do anything, anymore, anytime, anyhow... I surrender. No exclamation points. No energy. No interest. Not going to do or be anything special. Not going to be rich, a rock star, a famous filmmaker, a reclusive cult writer, a perverted cult leader, a talented actor, an owner of a web company, a videogame designer, a good friend... I surrender.
