Coversations with my brother leave me with lots to think about and mentally tired. He's a jack of all trades though I'm not sure how many he's mastered thus far and he's passionate about it all. He's a web host, videographer, graphic designer, handyman and some ole other shit all rolled into one. He's all about entrepreneurship and encourages me to do the same; imploring me to loose my "slave mentality" since I wanna live in the city near the "good jobs".

I wanna be where the money is and don't give a hot steamy shit whether he approves or not. Hell if imma commute 90 minutes each way cause I thought it a great idea to live IntheMiddleofNoWhere, MD. No sir, no thank you. He can have his 50 acres and I'll continute to waste money on convenience. He has his priorities. I have mine.

He thinks I should write books or somesuch. I have no idea what to write about or even if I have enough to say to fill up a whole book.

I have no idea where to start.