8bit_____

Don't usually do this but I'm drunk and fucked up at 7am.

I might not wake up.

After a trek to Brooklyn, into the "old hood" where guidos prevail and renegade assassin terrorist like myself get shit on -- after a night of raising my voice to irish lakotas (or so she claimed) about asking me where I'm from 11 times -- after the NYPD pulled us over for "public urination" -- and after another brooklyn skank questioned my identity before I sunk into "why me?" -- after talkin' about my future as a player 9 times in a row to friend who repeated "Look what you've done" -- after everyone and everything officially lost their "fun" -- and finally, after I've grown into a crows feet, easily love-handled, strictly pre-95 music loving, ex-felon/degenerate born into a false consequence into a false democracy with a pale face....

You do what you do and you hate who you hate.


Gotta stop bangin my fucking texas born, brooklyn raised head into the Cat Stevens wall of taking control cuz every once in a while you gotta just be happy you're alive.

Move on.

[and grasp for dear life]