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I am proud of myself for this. This new project, even if it is just a temporary distraction. It took real effort, real thought and a willingness to execute on a plan to cultivate and clean up my thoughts as I also build my life for my future. It isnt easy facing everything head on while still trying to feel alive and find what that means. --- while also not losing yourself to anger, resentment, revenge or obsession. Ive seen that kind of ugly in enough people, all in my life

I dont miss many people and it is always an odd feeling when I hear that from someone I dont miss. Sometimes, I feel weid about it and other times I feel nothing. Specifacally, I have this acquaintence I met from New York. He is a good person, and I think he values me as a friend, but I do not think of him that way. It has nothing to do with him, but just the requirement I well, require for somone to be a friend nowadays, and well maybe ever. Which is odd since I used to love

and I am one of them. and that is about as deep as this post goes not because i don't have more to say, but because I have to say other things on other platforms as I say what I need, less then what I want as I talk about me, more then others, because well lets face it, the people i have to talk about are boring, But thats why people are interesting. some of us are interesting. some of us arent. and thats interesting.

a year ago today, July 19th i had what they say is a head on collision with this big red semi truck. The impact sent my RV airborne, where we landed upside down and slide until we stopped in the ditch. Somehow, i caught my dog and held her, upside down. As glass and the dark penetrated all around, i screamed, "come and get me" at the top of my lungs. I still have no clue why i did that. what i know is that when we stopped, i let go of my dog who ran out the gaping hole in t

written from my dogs Sevens POV - for no other reason except I like writing for her in a way I think she would be if she could tell the story of our lives together. Now this day is special. Andrew in one of his numerous conversations to me has let me know, he finally has my new name picked out. I had been named Molly, but even I knew that didnt fit me --- Sitting patiently, I was expecting him to tell me this grand reveal, instead he just scratched my ears and walked away. A

I had nothing else. Except more homelessness. More drugs. More falling further and further down and more chances to attempt suicide. Someone explain to me, why I would stay for any of that. Now I knew if I left, and had a safe place to sleep for a while, to collect my thoughts and figure shit out, I could get back up on my feet. This picture should should be all the proof anyone needs that I made the right fucking call. So fuck you for telling people otherwise. You werent liv

Five year old me, the day I was adopted. Flew into Des Moines Iowa 1984 Jang Insoo would soon become Andrew Morrison

and then she did this ----- how you shove love matters

Andrew hasn't said much about this yet, but there was another dog before me, three actually that he rescued; but one i can smell. He says his name was Hyphen. he talks about him like he is still with us. Sometimes, look around for him and there are times, I can tell Andrew still does look for him when he is up. you know in those moments when you are barely awake and your brain hasnt turned on. When I am that way, I forget to wait to go outside to pee. But today seems hard on

Its interesting how I keep forgetting that I am in Europe. Sometimes, it doesnt feel real. Others, i feel it in my bones. I think partly the reason it doesnt feel real is because i still cannot really afford to live yet. I am just kind of gettnig by, my biggest splurge is a bag of Doritos --ok, three or a can of soda. But besides the gym, I do not go anywhere, so a lot of the time, I feel like I am just living my same life, a few thousand miles away And though the language

If I had a little extra money would I save it or spend it.

What is morally acceptable here? I had some people really do some fucked up shit. Some say I dseserved it I say I paid the price already. You can only hang someone once for something. to do it over and over and over again for the same thing is too much and now I want revenge. These asshole pieces of shit literally keep quoting, justice, karma and we will get you like they are the fucking witch of the west. I just want to punch them each in the face. Ruin their lives and fi

this photo comes to us from Chicago, July of 2022. Seven and one of his favorite dogs, Paisely. Now keep in mind, they were close --clearly, really close. Seven and Andrew with friend, Paisley in Gold Coast, Chicago. 2022

Andrew is a vampire. At least from what I can tell when Andrew watchs Buffy, he loves that show. Now my accusation of this is not because I have seen him drink the blood of anyone, but for the sheer fact that we walk the most at night. He loves it then. He says its quiet, yet it lets him still be a part of the city, but in a way that no one can see him--- he says he is always hiding and in the dark, he can open his eyes to be part of the world he misses. I do not understand h

I try to think I am, but in doing so I take away my greatest strength --- fear --and my ability to overcome it through sheer determination. Superheros may be powerful, but they aren't brave in the way any of us are when we roll up our sleeves, do whats gonna hurt and through the pain and the fear, we repeat that process again, and again. I guess this is important for me to remind myself because this past week i have been reallly beating myself up. Telling myself I am weak, I

Sometimes the best thing to say is nothing.

just a little fun from a once funny guy named Andrew Jang

photo of Seven, Andrews dog as a pup in Chicago IL

The entrance WOOOOOO _EEEEEEEEEEEE. They just let me into a room I have never been! And boy did I take off like a lightening bolt! Wall, wall, floor, woop, think that’s my pee )—yup, definitely my pee, all over these things just in my way. Oh wait, looking up I see a face, I must lick him-)----not just a little a LOOTTTT. Is he gonna run into walls with me? Lets find out! Wall, wall, wall floor-----I'm too fast for you!!!!!! Ok, back to that face. You know, I kind of like i

I will keep this short You can go to my personal website andrewjang.com if you need ;ore of the backstory. I built this site to be seen, not by the world but by three specific people, Tim Christine of the NFL PLayers Association, Andrew Beaton of the Wall Street Journal and Jon Humbert who used to be with KOMO 4 News in Seattle. The odd reality is that by doing such and admitting it, I effectively handed them my power. But my writing across each section I felt the need to