Sometimes you have a day when everything just seems to suck.
Then sometimes you have a day when everything really does suck.
Then sometimes you have a day when, try as you might, you can find no redeeming qualities for said day that justify the fact that you dragged your lazy ass out of bed that morning.
Then, every once in a while, you have a day where everything just seems so phenomenally abysmal that you just want to say "fuck it all" and you go and delete your blog. You almost immediately regret something like that, but it's too late to take it back. Many things in life are like that.
Technically, I could put all the posts back, and I even could restore all of the comments. That would be a lot of work, but I could do it. Then another thought occurs to me: I've done this before. This particular incarnation of my blog has been by far the most successful, and actually led to some relationships I value (not that kind, dumbass). But every once in a while, it's nice to start over. That's the opportunity I've given myself in a self-indulgent moment of anger.
I won't be returning the deleted posts here, but I won't be closing up shop just yet. The Adventures of the Cowboy aren't over yet, in fact something tells me that everything that's happened up to now is just the prologue.
I apologize to everybody who actually took time to comment here, just to have some dumbass delete it. As much as I want to I can't guarantee it won't happen again, but I can tell you it doesn't happen often. I am a musician and we're an overly emotional bunch prone to bouts of depression. But if you stick around, maybe things will get interesting again. Please don't be afraid to comment in the future. Try to remember that the Internet is a fluid thing, and nothing here is really all that permanent anyway.
It should also be noted that unlike the current leader of the free world, I can admit when I was wrong. There. I said it. Take that, right wing politicians!
Special thanks to my friends (Internet and otherwise, that line is becoming a little blurred) who aren't afraid to call me out on shit. I get it, even if sometimes it seems like I don't.