The History of Junkie Pop
For what it’s worth. I wanted to say a little something (a lot). I post from two FB pages. My personal account and my artist page. I have been doing my best to cope with what I can only identify as mild to serious depression off and on that had been building up for two years. Quite honestly it’s shit I’ve been building up my entire life. Many folks have seen it. Perhaps in person or perhaps during a facial book rant. Let’s just say moving back to my hometown after being gone for so long and feeling unsuccessful or just not where I wanted to be at that point had really taken it’s toll after 2 and 1/2 years. Then I fell in fucked up love. Then went through fucked up heartbreak. Plus having to manage my brain, my band and my bank account. Jeesh. At least it was all somewhat manageable cause at least at that point it had been years since I had finally managed my drinking. But at the point of the fucked up love shit, I stopped performing regularly which was my life. I had deviated septum surgery and now I really don’t even know if I needed it. I fucked up a bunch of friendships. I moved to Boston. I broke someone’s heart. Even fucked up another few could be friendships. Yet somehow I survived it all and through the worst of it which was the winter of 13’-14’.