Post #204344 by suicide_sam on Sat, Dec 24, 2005 2:26 AM

Friday night, or satureday mornig. It's a litte lafter 2:00 AM you make the call. Well, drunk again. It was that last shot of tequila that did it. Not all teh bother shots and all the beer before that, just that last shot. I don'[t really have anything to talk about right now. I gotta get up early tomorrow. tomorrow's teh 24th. I haven't done any X-Mas shopping yet so you see how I have to haul ass tomorrow. I'm freelancing again, making allot more money so thats good. I still owe teh IRS 11 grand.

new Years is coming. New years eve always kind of bums me out. I used to look at it as a new beiginning. You know like you were being iven a new chance to start over and being given a clean slate for teh new year. now I just see it as a marlk of more of teh same for next year. Wahtever.

I'm back to working for myself, so that's good. I'm actually startiung to do art again. I'm even about to start doing some graffiitti again. My budyy Shiver has put some kids on to our old crew in hopes of reviving it and has asked me to come in and teach them a couple of techniques I made up. I would have never taught anyone my shit before because it was my shit. But now I'm so far gone from it that I honestly don'yt care so giving some tricks I made up to some klids that are pushing my old crew now is okay, it's actually kind of cool. Anyways, I never really cared about graff fame to begin with. I just would paint for myself. I did my best work when I was really depressed or pissed about sometihng. I would just throw a bunch of spray cans in a back pack and go off and do something.

When you're out in the cold night and you are painting,... The cold air fills your nostrils with a mix of aeroslo fumes. and Your finger feels sticky on the cap from the over spray. everything else just goes away. Nothing else matters. Bills, chicks, work, it all goes away. Teh only thing that matters is making that sketch happen on teh wall. I miss painting, it was kind of therapeutic. Recently I took up surfiong and was amazed by how therapeutic that was. Even though I still suck and am very happy whenever I ride a wave all teh way in.

Anyways.What was I talking about? Painting, or how drunk I am right now? I owe teh IRS 11 grand.

Chicks suck. I'm tired of girls, I need a woman. One wqho can bring home teh bacon and fry it up in a pan.

I like bacon. I really like when your at a club in LA and when teh show is over there is a guy outside with a hot dog cart selling hot dogs with a fat strip of bacon wrapped around them. That is all good. You get that with mustard and jalapenos and forget heaven, you have found bliss on earth.

What was I talking about agin.

I don't know.

I got allot of shopping to do tomorrow. X-Mas is coming.

Aiight.

G'night.