14 Nov 2025 - today sucks. who needs to make music anyway?

Hello friends. It's my last day at my current job. It sucks pretty bad. I just tearfully wrapped up my last ever motorcycle sale. I will never, professionally, sell a motorcycle again. I'll probably buy and sell a few privately as the years go by. I'll be itching for a bike in a year or so, I'm sure. There's a lot I'll miss, unfortunately more than the one big thing I won't miss. When places say it's like a family to work there, typically that means that management is an evil empire. This place felt like living with my parents and siblings, for better AND for worse. In all the good and bad ways you can think of. I haven't been working on music. I think internally there's been too much turmoil this week.. I haven't been up for it. I do have some ready to go, waiting on art. It's hard to let go of an aspect of a project, even something like art. I'm used to being the only person doing everything so I've been getting antsy. I think part of that is just me being emotionally all over the place recently in general.

On the topic of not feeling like writing music, it started feeling forced. Felt like going through the motions. That's never good. Time to take a step back for a while. I'll have Saturdays off for the first time in my adult life, so that means I can participate in the local scene a lot more. Looking forward to that, big time. I'll be able to go to car events again. I haven't done anything car related since a drift event this spring. And I hadn't before that since the same event the year before. I'm looking forward to doing car shit.

I'm enjoying writing like this. I think this has helped to keep me level over the past couple months, if that makes sense. It's keeping the water in the glass, so to speak.

Don't think I have much more to say. Today really, really sucks but it's for the best. I'll miss this desk, I'll miss turning to my right and seeing one of my biggest musical inspirations waiting to make eye contact with me and call me gay, I'll miss running across the street after a really bad day and getting drinks with my comrades, I'll miss the owners, who treated me like I was one of their kids, for better or worse. I'll miss getting paid to ride motorcycles, music in my helmet, not having to talk or be fake nice to people who don't deserve it.

I fought tooth and nail to leave this place because I had definitely started to outgrow it. It is what it is. I'll still miss it like hell.

With love,

Geoff