the good, the bad, who's ugly?
My days lately seem to be filled with both good and bad news.
Two nights ago I went to my shelter for another night of sleping and listening to my roomates argue about whos a bigger whore. There were two new kids there and no room for me. So I snuck into a photo booth when a store was closing and slept in there. When I returned to teh shelter tongith the two new kids were gone, but so was my backpack.
Everything in that backpack is replacable except my lyrics. That book some of you have seen has every song I've ever written.
Ive got a lot of em written in other books down in mass but there were a lot of new songs I hadn't finished yet, good ones like "Band on the Run", "Throwdown" and "Learn By Doing" that some of you have heard and liked.
I just can't stand the idea of someone going thru my bag like its a fucking bounty and chucking that book in one f the million and two trash cans in the city.
Other than that I've been having a lot of fun, downtown here is like the wall was back in August/September. Lots of parties, skateboarding, new friends, teh only difference is few if any cops ever bother us for being outside and obnoxious.
Speaking of skateboarding I've gotten better and almost have the ollie down, but two nights ago some jackass ran it over. Id rather they ran over my foot cause I coulda gotten money for that...now I gotta pay 50 bucks I dont have for some SUV asswipe's hit-and-run.
I noticed something about people in this city, they don't trust anyone, like me.
I've made some awesome friends but one still feels the need to hold me at arm's length and I want to shake him and say "GET OVER IT I'M YOUR FRIEND I'M FUCKING HERE FOR YOU JUST STOP HIDING BEHIND YOUR GAMES AND SAY HOW YOU REALLY FEEL!"
I've been hangin out with this cool Scottish chick too who's dad is an ambassador to the queen so she has a wicked nice place and a cool family.
my friends here have the best names; Mind games, Zed, maggot, Nemisis, Lucifer, Casper, Omega 1, Shoelaces, Chimaira, Silent Bob, Yellow, Funboy, Sickboy, Orange, the list goes on...and then there's me, Champagne.
Don't get me wrong I havenm't forgotten my friends back home, and I miss everyone. I have court next week for that liquor store crap and my bartending class today. Hoepfully shit will keep rolling forward the way I feel it has been. Hopefully I'll stop being so goddamn lonely and connect with a guy on that special level we all want...at the moment there are only two who seem smart enough and deep enough, and theyre both confusing...it'd be easier to draw a 3D-puzzle with a piece of coal then to figure these two boys out.
I've lost a lot of weight too, a LOT of weight I'm getting fucking skinny...liek the flab on my stomach just feels like empty skin.
I love this city, and I love Falmouth, but I hate Falmouth as well...
Stay tight everyone, until next time. And Mal, you need to move in.
Two nights ago I went to my shelter for another night of sleping and listening to my roomates argue about whos a bigger whore. There were two new kids there and no room for me. So I snuck into a photo booth when a store was closing and slept in there. When I returned to teh shelter tongith the two new kids were gone, but so was my backpack.
Everything in that backpack is replacable except my lyrics. That book some of you have seen has every song I've ever written.
Ive got a lot of em written in other books down in mass but there were a lot of new songs I hadn't finished yet, good ones like "Band on the Run", "Throwdown" and "Learn By Doing" that some of you have heard and liked.
I just can't stand the idea of someone going thru my bag like its a fucking bounty and chucking that book in one f the million and two trash cans in the city.
Other than that I've been having a lot of fun, downtown here is like the wall was back in August/September. Lots of parties, skateboarding, new friends, teh only difference is few if any cops ever bother us for being outside and obnoxious.
Speaking of skateboarding I've gotten better and almost have the ollie down, but two nights ago some jackass ran it over. Id rather they ran over my foot cause I coulda gotten money for that...now I gotta pay 50 bucks I dont have for some SUV asswipe's hit-and-run.
I noticed something about people in this city, they don't trust anyone, like me.
I've made some awesome friends but one still feels the need to hold me at arm's length and I want to shake him and say "GET OVER IT I'M YOUR FRIEND I'M FUCKING HERE FOR YOU JUST STOP HIDING BEHIND YOUR GAMES AND SAY HOW YOU REALLY FEEL!"
I've been hangin out with this cool Scottish chick too who's dad is an ambassador to the queen so she has a wicked nice place and a cool family.
my friends here have the best names; Mind games, Zed, maggot, Nemisis, Lucifer, Casper, Omega 1, Shoelaces, Chimaira, Silent Bob, Yellow, Funboy, Sickboy, Orange, the list goes on...and then there's me, Champagne.
Don't get me wrong I havenm't forgotten my friends back home, and I miss everyone. I have court next week for that liquor store crap and my bartending class today. Hoepfully shit will keep rolling forward the way I feel it has been. Hopefully I'll stop being so goddamn lonely and connect with a guy on that special level we all want...at the moment there are only two who seem smart enough and deep enough, and theyre both confusing...it'd be easier to draw a 3D-puzzle with a piece of coal then to figure these two boys out.
I've lost a lot of weight too, a LOT of weight I'm getting fucking skinny...liek the flab on my stomach just feels like empty skin.
I love this city, and I love Falmouth, but I hate Falmouth as well...
Stay tight everyone, until next time. And Mal, you need to move in.