"Art Up" The Rebirth of a Dying Culture

The End of the Beginning This story starts off where many end. As I sit in front of my computer, the thoughts of many things bounce around my skull like a silver metallic ball in an old pinball machine. I need to pay my back rent. I have to prepare for a defamation trial in small claims court. I have no food in the fridge. I’m over $20,000 dollars in the hole. My company needs a new website. I haven’t released a new record in months. I have one solitary quarter to my name. Literally. I need my Clonazepam. Obstacles such as these have broken many men, but I will not fall victim to the same fate. You can attribute this proclamation to my unwavering confidence, blind faith or the egotistical nature of a champion. Nevertheless, the future will be a testament to these words. I will not fail.