And there it is. He races out of the gate with the strength of a lion. Just like that. It’s right there in the title. Doug Hell can fucking write. You’re riveted. Imagine how I feel having this power. I don’t have a God complex. I AM a fucking God.
Well it seems my shenanigans have exceeded me once again. I managed to piss off a very good friend of mine, and I can’t for the life of me figure out how. It’s not like he is apocalyptic pissed off but I managed to vex him somewhere along the way,
This may be routine for some, but I generally only seem to piss off people who deserve to be pissed off. This person doesn’t. This person believes in me and my talent more than I believe in myself sometimes. We’re still cool and everything but it inspires me to check my head a little bit.
It also makes me feel a little sad for some of my haters. Thankfully, there is no one of any real consequence or substance who is rooting against me. I still get Wednesday 13 fans giving me the dickens. One of them went as far as telling me they have a closed group of people on Facebook who actually make it their business to seek out every video I post and add dislikes to it. That doesn’t actually bother me. If I get enough dislikes I may get up to 666 and that would be cool, no?
Again, I am sad for these people. You best believe it too. Maybe not the Wednesday 13 fans but there are people out here who have NOTHING. Perhaps they have a home or a job or whatnot. Great. You hate your job and you can’t keep your home without working it. You’ll do this till you retire. Bravo. But these people also don’t have a single person in their life who have their back. Their entire life is a manipulative facade.
I can only give you this advice. Do what you have to do to be happy NOW. As in now. And I mean healthy genuine happiness. Don’t suffer in vain to create an illusion of happiness. That is laughable. I’ll choose genuine happiness any day. I don’t particularly give a ripe fuck if anyone believes I am happy or not. Because I’m NOT always happy and it’s fine that people know that too. Ahhhhh to be real. It’s just so fucking liberating.
So I jammed with a bass player last night. He is in one of Canada’s biggest punk bands already but has the time for me because I’m a gnarly dude who deserves good things. Also when I actually take off there is no way in hell he’ll fight the good fight in a band that can’t sustain itself. The Doug Hell brand is totally going to be a lucrative endeavor. I have too much sway as it is and huge connections. I just have to stay focused and stop fucking around. I’m my own worst enemy.
I can’t wait to get on a stage again and be the envy of every man and the product of every woman’s desire. There I will be moving fucking air while you’re standing there with your tears of frustration glaring at your imaginary fruit baskets on either side of you, wishing you were a part of my amazing energy.
It’s time to shine.