Islas, Forthcoming

On certain days, I feel like my best bet in life is to live for maybe another ten years, sleeping on a couch in an illegal addition to my dad's house. I'd drink cheap beer or tequila or turpentine.

Actually, anything really.

And, in the end, when whatever toxins I've imbibed in a desperate attempt to dull the steady sound of me disappointing myself have finally done me in, they will bury me under the floorboards, under the couch in the illegal addition to my dad's house were I live, collecting bed sores and beer fat. Then, I will remain there for all eternity, or at least until the sun explodes and consumes the inner planets of our solar system and my bones -- and the couch they're under -- with them.

But those are the bad days. On the good days, I can't help but feel that success is just around the corner. On Friday, I submitted my second article for Adult Swim. On a day like that, I can't help but feel as though I'm going to burst forth from the pupa of crystallized hate and sadness to reveal a new Jason, complete with Jon Hamm-like physique (and the confidence it begets) and conquer the world through gorgeousness and charm.

You might have heard me mention this article. It's about the works of H.P. Lovecraft. Since I only dabbled in Lovecraft in college, I've spent the last two weeks reading Lovecraft -- two weeks immersed in about 200 pages of transdimensional, intergalactic, amoral madness. I think that's what some people in Hollywood call "winning!"

Anyhow, I think the final product was alright and it should go live at the beginning of next week. As you can imagine, I will share it here... and on Facebook and on Twitter and on Google Plus and on Tumblr and I'll probably just sit on a street corner shouting about it for a couple days, too.