Once upon a time I was a decent writer But then I became depressed, and my writing became cynical; I started using alcohol, and my writing became dumb; I started smoking pot, and my writing became... wait, what was I talking about? Iusedstimulantsandmywritingbecamefrantic I used halluc inogens and m y writing be came ecc entric ecc lectic and nonsen sical I quit drugs and alcohol, and my writing became overly serious. I took college courses, and my writing became educated but boring; I dropped out of college and took a dead end job, and my writing became nonexistent... I thought I might start writing again, but I realized that I have nothing left to write about. If ever there was any talent in this mind, in these hands, it has long since passed. I write now only to pass the time, and to reflect on a better time, a time when I still had talent and a life worth writing about.