I mean not always.

I just got $50 from ASCAP for my music that seems to be a great sound track to teens having sex. What do I spend this money on?

In the past, I’ve spent it on my drum set, some new cymbals, I’ve bought a new keyboard, and when we got a big payment, I spent it on my car. Mostly because it was just bleeding transmission fluid.

Not this time.

Behold. The new keeper of my junk; the softest, warmest, most comfy outer layer my D&B have ever had the privledge of experiencing.

I’m not saying I deserve them. I’m saying you don’t deserve them.

Now, I don’t have these pants yet. I can’t say that when I begin to don these perennially, I won’t sign up for theFacebook and begin posting stuff about climate change and gun control. I’m not a seer.

However, I can say that I will not be working in these pants. When I’m done working, I’ll need these like a baby needs his bottle. And when little Davidson shows up, I’ll need these even more.

Working without putting on a belt seems (and I really can’t think of a better word) sinful. But so much about working for myself just seems undone. Not like, needs to be done, but rather, it feels like an untread path. Or at least, a very lightly tread path.

Some people look at working for themselves like it’s the goal, or a really lucky situation. The truth is, I feel arrested by the unknowingness of my situation. I’m not saying i should be doing something else, or I’m not grateful for the opportunities that this provides. I’m saying that it’s not what most of my friends are doing, so much of the time, I feel very alone in it.

I feel arrested by the

unknowingness of my situation.