inebriated

Well this is m first entry at suicide girls. I had a live journal for a while but lost track of it. Today I tried having band practice with my brother on drums but he has no rythem or experience so it didnt go to well. I prefer a drum machine but I know the stigma that goes with one man bands so I'm looking for a drummer who has the ability to play blast beats, d beats and rolls like a machine. I'm a pretty good guitarist I know I could start a hella tight band. We did a few state of fear cover songs and the drumming sounds pathetic... Oh well I'll just have to wait I suppose. It's nice living back in Oregon. I've lost track of all my old friends though and maybe its for the better.. Most of them were drug addict street rats who wore vegan band patches and leather studded jackets talk about hypocracy. Who cares anyways... I was homeless for a while. I was working at whole foods 60-70 hours a week with a bunch of hispanic gangstas that weren't to keen on me working there I suppose. Somebody actually left death threats on my phone and smashed my car window. It really sucked but I had to work to afford living in the bay area. It makes me sick how gentrified that place has gotten... I've never seen so many homeless people walking the streets there as of recently.. it really makes me want to kick some rich heads in but I never would do somthing like that. I'll just pee on there cars and look offencive to them.. Being homeless really sucked as well. I made some friends who were mentally ill and that was some kind of experience. I met this 18 year old guy named Ben Brooks who slept under a tree next to these apartment buidlings that were under contruction. We'd get stoned and go up to the mountains and goto scenic woodsy places. It was kind of strange I stopped talking to him and moved to Oregon. Now I'm on welfare but it's not enough to live on so I'm looking for a job where I don't have to deal with a bunch of stupid ignorant people. Thats about all I want to say for now.