"Yes, hi, my name is Eric Santoro, and I'm a piss-poor manager of money..." - This statement should be my formal greeting to new people. After two years of digging, with a figurative track-hoe, my financial management short-comings have come to a head.. That is to say, I've found myself in serious trouble! I'm moving out of my beloved home, I don't answer phone calls on account of the fact that I fear acknowledging bill collectors, and I'm to the point that I can't afford anything.. With all of this going on, I find myself in reflection of the countless "wise up" lectures that I've received over the years. What good did it do? None. I'm far too stubborn to take heed, and listen to those with experience.. At least when it comes to money, you see, I hate money.. I hate the value that man-kind has put on it. At any rate, I've humbled myself before the almighty dollar, I've swallowed my pride, and raised the white flag. I surrender, I can't do it, I need help.. I guess (or so I'm told) that admitting a problem is the first, and most crucial step, so there you go.
The lesson? To listen!
Lesson learned. (maybe)
At least there is sweet music to comfort me. I'm playing drums with a grammy winner next week...Party on Wayne!
P.S. Happy Thanksgiving!!!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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