A Dangerfield Manifesto Update September 28th, 2007

Listening to "What They Gonna Say To Me" Beanie Sigel.

Mood : Reflective

I left you all with my last thoughts on the company I was dealing with in releasing my book... Well it looks as if we are going to reach a deal..
Happy Happy Joy Joy....

I'm mulling over ideas on what the sequel will be...if one...it only makes sense as i have a couple of more stories to tell...one way is to further delve into my character...another is to further tell my story... Or I can just go in a totally new direction.... I guess we will see in the upcoming months.....

I recently had small conversation with a lovely lady who posed the question...would I want to be good at Love or be good at making money...?

I stated that I've wasted lots of money in life as it has never been a problem to make money...

I would rather be be happy with a good love...I'm constantly suffering from the pain of inner demons eating me alive...No amount of money can push these demons away....but maybe if i was better at handling my relationships It could help....Fuck money give me love....but.................. Love doesn't pay the bills!!

I'll close out with a Poem I am making public for the first time...

Entitled " Addicted to Pain"

I’m tired

Of the people in my life

Irritated very easily

Tired of this fucking show

This artist I’m working with

Maybe it is more than I can chew

Or is it more than I want

No hope

No talent

I am just weary of shit

When I stop spending money

When I am not partying

Some of my friends stay away..

Then I ask

Are they really my friends in the first place?

I am failing myself by allowing people to continue to step on my heart

Got rid of the woman in my life

Maybe it’s a start

Presenting myself with the opportunity to shed the unneeded skin

The unneeded drama

The useless pieces of shit out of my life who are not good for my mental well being

I gives a fuck

Fuck them bitches

Fuck them niggaz

How can I ask them to treat me better

When I don’t respect myself enough to not deal with them

I must not love myself

I must not love sanity

I must only enjoy the pain

I must be addicted to the pain…….

Listening to : "Full Of Smoke" By Christion

Mood: Relived

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