I wake up this morning knowing that its soon to be a day just like the other days. Has this really became my job? My friends come over periodically through the day to see what progress i have made on my paintings or sketches. We all hope to make an impact on each others day in some way shape of form. Either it be through a dvd they just picked up, to a vinyl we can all take a turn at on the tables, to a certain weed we haven't tried ever. Its one of those things where you sit and wonder why you are at home, when you realize your not at home. Your at a place where everyone considers home. Your at a level that people on mtv hope to get made to on a stupid reality show that just makes you experience the factor that we are human and we all have flaws that will some how one day come out and slap you in the face. My flaw is i am way too fucking down to earth. But i already got my slap in the face and it was from someone who knows exactly where i am coming from. Because she's my mom haha.
When you wake up in the morning to a call from your friend saying "Yo fool you think i can swing by and get stoney before work?" and then as soon as your about to go get yourself some grub you got another phone call " YO! What up? Down to blaze before i go pick up a fresh sack?". Its as if i am living that 70's show but 20th century status. haha Its so weird to think that ever since 9th grade this is the way its been, and in no way am i tired of it.
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