They used to call it character

Corbett | April 3, 2004 3:09 AM

Man oh man oh man...

Another late night. Getting to be habitual. This club owner life is hard sometimes. Even when there's excellent Isaac Hayes playing on the CD, some Jack and Coke in hand, a bunch of musicians sitting back trading stories, you still have to think "Is there a better business model?"

Especially when you have a 9 am wake up call.

I had a long talk today with a friend of mine who is dealing with faith, marriage, and family issues.

I don't know how to help him other than to say "Well dude, you've just got to figure it out. Cold turkey is the best way." From hot sex and wild chicks, that is.

He's in love with some girl while his wife is at home 8.5 months pregnant.

I think the hardest part of any relationship is having the stength to face your inner weaknesses. Dealing with those demons is what builds your life. Character they used to call it. But not many people have it anymore. It's easier to read some lame self help new age wellness book, and feel better about your fucked up life, then KICK YOURSELF IN THE ASS and make your fucked up life less fucked.

That's what I should have told him. But I'm no psychiatrist. I'm just a jazz musician entreprenuer club owner mobile content developer trying to make more time to do things like walk my dog and take my wife to movies. (Maybe not in that particular order.)

At this age you really start pondering what's important. Is it money? Prestige? Health? Friends? Stability? It all starts to get kind of blurry and meaningless when you are just dealing with the business of life.

I guess life is just a constant battle to find out what is important. And most people don't seem able to ever find it. My friend sure hasn't. Hint: It's not between her legs, dude. It's at home in your wife's belly. (I should have told him that as well.)

I think for me it's ____________.

Damn, now I have to fill in the blank.

Category: Ramble

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