I love Eddie Van Halen. This guy is unbelievable
Rewind << 1987.
One of the best years of my life... if not the best... I was 13... so young and so naive... and yet I hated myself so much already... did it ever change
You know big mouth Kinto, the fucked up friend you want to have at your party because he's going to be wasted and he doesn't give a fuck and it's going to be fun because who cares anyway, right?
I'm a fucking clich, I wear my heart on my sleeve. What heart? It's been brought to pieces, torn apart and stepped on by so many girls, some of them don't even know, won't ever and it's not like they'd care anyway
But I'm still here "good and alive" as Andy once told me, that's all that matters.
We're all survivors, right?
If you can survive yourself, well that's a major achievement right there
How are we supposed to make sense of this all? We try so hard to fit in whatever crowd we're in... Excuse me people it's so hard to write with a cigarette and a beer... wish I had a third hand...
Right, back on track... This life is so painful and it's a million dollars at the same time.
Look back. Pause. Close your eyes. Think about all the times you've felt invincible. Doesn't it feel good? Through these oceans of shit, you've lived to tell and someday I hope you will tell me your story, your stories...
Isn't that what really matters? We are young at heart and will never grow old. Someday we'll move on to another state, another dimension.
I'm going to be sad when I go but there's so much unknown, there's so much more to discover... for now I just want to live until I'm 95 and remember everything. So many good friends have gone already... hey fuckers, I'll see you at the bar
Loves you all.
Be good
Rewind << 1987.
One of the best years of my life... if not the best... I was 13... so young and so naive... and yet I hated myself so much already... did it ever change
You know big mouth Kinto, the fucked up friend you want to have at your party because he's going to be wasted and he doesn't give a fuck and it's going to be fun because who cares anyway, right?
I'm a fucking clich, I wear my heart on my sleeve. What heart? It's been brought to pieces, torn apart and stepped on by so many girls, some of them don't even know, won't ever and it's not like they'd care anyway
But I'm still here "good and alive" as Andy once told me, that's all that matters.
We're all survivors, right?
If you can survive yourself, well that's a major achievement right there
How are we supposed to make sense of this all? We try so hard to fit in whatever crowd we're in... Excuse me people it's so hard to write with a cigarette and a beer... wish I had a third hand...
Right, back on track... This life is so painful and it's a million dollars at the same time.
Look back. Pause. Close your eyes. Think about all the times you've felt invincible. Doesn't it feel good? Through these oceans of shit, you've lived to tell and someday I hope you will tell me your story, your stories...
Isn't that what really matters? We are young at heart and will never grow old. Someday we'll move on to another state, another dimension.
I'm going to be sad when I go but there's so much unknown, there's so much more to discover... for now I just want to live until I'm 95 and remember everything. So many good friends have gone already... hey fuckers, I'll see you at the bar
Loves you all.
Be good
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...I'm with you on being stomped on by girls, wearing your heart on your sleeve, and wanting to live 'til you're 95...
I wish I didn't have to work this w/d...I kinda want to have one day where all I do is bullshit, play video games, call up a "FWB" and hang out, or simply stay in my PJs all damn day long...
Have a good w/d bro...
*waves*