therightbastard

I am WIN Tour, 2009.

The stars always said I wouldn't really take off until later in life; I remember wanting quite badly to be a rock star when I was in my teens, and being insanely frustrated at the nagging feeling that the stars were right.

And at the time, they were. There was much fucking, and much wandering. There was good hair, and there was deep despair.

Some flew, some fell, but as for me, I smoked cigarrettes on the foyer and waited for the rain to end.

But now, many years later, I am finally beginning to develop a master plan, and I am watching it unfold.

Travel, and guns, and drugs, and folding cash. I will see Roma, and Kaligata, and Hiroshima before I die.

I will walk the dust again, and feel the beating drum of The Old on the tanned skin of my soul.

I am scarred, but I am not scared.

Yay, WIN.