Includes rough draft pictures:
” Can’t Think “
From the mind of a struggling writer …
As told by Jake Johnstone …


A tale of a man who couldn’t think. … He yearned that all he could, would, and earn was time. Inevitably he envisioned a tall white picket fence, a wife, 1 cat, 3 kids, and a successful writing career but … … when his mom passed away he said he couldn’t concentrate from the distractions. Nighttime gave him nightmares. No recollection … of reassurance he could go on … but his writing. The open road gave him chills. Halloween music produced smiles usually, but matter that day did not, rot he saw was the snot everywhere … everywhere … Mental freezing to shutting people out wasn’t not only normal, but expected …
[ Gotta piss but … could care less … I just had to write … Told myself this! What’s gone is a miss of realities. That day I couldn’t see, but I could feel. That night of that day I couldn’t think, but I could reel in feelings to try. It was just … Disturbances were everywhere. Alien-like malformations arose, unlike any movie creature from a sci-fi story … ] …
Struggles … Struggles … breathing shortened … struggles … struggles … Struggles forever and some more. A writer forever more. Raindrops brought thoughts dark, or was it just that pain of losing a loved one … Struggles like I couldn’t see. Malignant (ly) [gone] like I’m NOT me! [F and M in a tag] … like it stands for … Father … Michael … (you get it if you’re a fan of … Halloween … … ) (Michael Myers) …I was near vegetarian, but never malnourished. A constant rapid instrumental beat in my head. Crashing glass I heard. A couple Busta Rhymes at a … RESURRECTION. Struggling at creating. Struggling at thinking. Struggling. Music on a rainy day. Stumbling I’m … uh … revealing, but … Squeeled I’m so ready. Caffeinated and steady. Haven’t pooped today, but I’m almost 4 coffees deep … … Oh … The rain bring … The rain brings my brain to struggle …”
Peace,
” Creativity, with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! ” …