Hoax

I had a hoax phone call last night from some bloke who wanted his ladders back, as wind ups go twas a sorry little stab. Sometimes friends surprise in the dumbest of ways in their attempts to achieve exactly what I’m not sure. I am still trying to figure it out. In truth I am a songwriter losing belief in himself hence the recent destructive rambling and the sense of impending excape from a character who has lost his sense of character to some alternative notion or thing…like starting afresh maybe? Am I heading in the wrong direction… probably. I could always blame Christmas for relaxing the rules as feelings flutter and flip, stutter and die laughing. Why not put it all to bed and start again? I need a new gay bag, a new guitar, a new amp, some new face wash and a new identity. I need a reason to continue or a reason to stop-whatever- but…I am vain and I am blind and hate people when they're not for life, still,there are shows to play and songs to finish so best get on with it before it’s too late…..that kind of thing will have to do for now, rebuild, repair remodel, reinvent...the subject is now officially under discussion, VP x