attempting to place myself within this generation of twentysomethings struggling with the confusions of reality, i have recently fallen into an intellectual barbarianism. what the fuck does that mean?? good question. (who am i talking to??) intellectual barbariansism: you know, binge drinking, drugs, womanizing, and inflated debauchery thick enough to be placed, with ease, in an SNL workroom in the late 70's...those guys created the sex scene in the 80's. so what's intellectual about that?? that's the barbaric side, the cock-eyed conqueror screaming for attention side. where things become intellectual, i suppose, is where things become introspective. why the ultimate debauch-co?? why the silly swaying between a responsible lifestyle managing work and the building of a financial infrastructure and the complete annihilation of friday and saturday nites in glitzy bars with women haranguing about shit they have and wondering or asking, if ballsy enough, about the shit i have.
the introspective "whys" are the basis of this blog...a blog that intends to be as much intellectual as barbaric...to journey through the mania that is a cosmopolitan bachelor in his twenties, fighting the politics of success, the destruction of love, the simplicity of sex and the euphoria of altered states of mind...