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Alright, let's be frank, chemical dependency sucks. The same can be said of any vice, past a certain age.

I say this as I take greedy drinks from a redbull, and that either makes me the best, or the worst person to be preaching about vices. Acknowledging this I have one thing to say in my own defense: I am in every way only human. Above all that means I am a creature rife with insecurities and imperfections as plentiful as my virtues. And in this moment, I'm not afraid to admit them, even celebrate them to the extent it doesn't over-glorify the things I'm trying to better my self from.

Breaking the blogger barrier for a moment, I insist that this will be the principle difference between 2010 and 2011's blog: balls out honesty without much regard for self-censorship.

Of course there is a chance you will still notice my usual penchant for the dramatic, or self-deprecating wit cropping up now and again. As for circumventing that, I will make no promises. I will, however, strive to be as painfully honest as possible and for the sake of posterity, use a lighter hand while editing.

That is my goal.

And so, for the first of these posts, I start off with a scathing comment about one of my oldest and dearest friends, my sweetest and most intimate foe-- addiction. Expect more of this.

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In a way, this post became something I wasn't ever expecting-- a mission statement of sorts to artistic bravery and self-actualization. I realize that's a tall order, and one not soon achieved. But I value the process of becoming, and so I know I will feel accomplished even if my primary goal isn't fully achieved.

I'm pretty sure that's new for me too.