i haven't written in a while. i suppose i could come up with a couple of excuses: i've been buisy with school, i've been hunting for a new bass, i've been working alot, going to shows, playing pool and getting drunk beyond all comprehension, i never go home, i've been hanging out with the best people in the world. all these excuses fail the magic prize though, because in all honestly, i would rather not expose you all to the darkness in my head. several situations have contributed to this misery, most of which will be over very soon. this latest battle inside my mind only makes it more apparent that i must change my life. i need to stop feeling the pain of the world. i need to me more accepting of others whos veiws differ from mine. i need to be more careful of who i trust. i need to keep up with my hobbies, i need to always have a bottle of bushmills on hand after work. wait a second...
the other night, someone very dear to me says the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me... he says, " you're much too beautiful a person for the world we live in." that fucking broke my heart.
the only interesting thing i can write about this past week is the parliment show. elara and i were snuck in by my honey so we could get a peek at mr. george clinton himself. we were both extrememly tired so we decided to leave after 1 song (which went on-and-on for thirty mintues or so). after the show, i went to meet my friend as he was closing the bar. i sat in my usual stool with a smoke in one hand and a t'n't in the other when something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. something that i can only describe as being a my little ponies mane on drugs. i turn my head and GEORGE FUCKING CLINTON IS SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO ME! he nods his head. me being in utter shock, i nod mine. he passes me a blunt and smiles and nods as i smoke it. it was rad. i smoked a blunt with a funk icon. the conversation was dull considering that i was so stoned. dammit! i wished i would have talked to him before i smoked the blunt.
on a side note, elara is the coolest chick ever. she's the momma cat and i love her beyond what words could describe. even though she won't read this, or either will any of the other people that this goes out to, thanks for the love and support. i have the greatest group of friends in the fucking world.
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the other night, someone very dear to me says the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me... he says, " you're much too beautiful a person for the world we live in." that fucking broke my heart.
the only interesting thing i can write about this past week is the parliment show. elara and i were snuck in by my honey so we could get a peek at mr. george clinton himself. we were both extrememly tired so we decided to leave after 1 song (which went on-and-on for thirty mintues or so). after the show, i went to meet my friend as he was closing the bar. i sat in my usual stool with a smoke in one hand and a t'n't in the other when something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. something that i can only describe as being a my little ponies mane on drugs. i turn my head and GEORGE FUCKING CLINTON IS SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO ME! he nods his head. me being in utter shock, i nod mine. he passes me a blunt and smiles and nods as i smoke it. it was rad. i smoked a blunt with a funk icon. the conversation was dull considering that i was so stoned. dammit! i wished i would have talked to him before i smoked the blunt.
on a side note, elara is the coolest chick ever. she's the momma cat and i love her beyond what words could describe. even though she won't read this, or either will any of the other people that this goes out to, thanks for the love and support. i have the greatest group of friends in the fucking world.
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I'm so jealous I could puke.