oldschool

one of the coolest people in the world is camped out in my livingroom. An old friend from the east. This last week has been the cool kind of crazy on full blast. To many words to describe fun. Maybe party until the wheels fall off. The fourth of July, I finally got some personal time, all to myself. I knew of a hipster drink and schmooze party, also of a decent BBQ. Instead I went to the cemetary for no real reason. It was quiet and right by my house. After some coffee, I came home and worked on art stuff. Finished a tune that had been busting my balls. The itch I have been trying to scratch, a new style was born. I dont know if it is done, but it was fun to make. Then I made a silly two color woodcarving looking painting that did not turn out to bad. The cemetary inspired me in some wierd way. I skipped a hipster party and a chill out BBQ. Staying home and doing art, A little stoned, and sober. Before I went to bed, I thought that maybe this independence day was one of the best I had ever had..