fuck the system, fuck my future, fuck everything
so devon left the rotten apples. it sux, but i kinda saw it coming. he lost interest a long time ago. me and him started this thing and now he's gone. it's odd and feels so wrong. we sat there and auditioned mtherfuckers for bass and drums, when we we're still gonna call it shale's brigade. now the rotten apples are gonna have justin move to guitar, and maybe have this kid i met named gaige play drums for us. it's very very awkward during this transition. i miss devon's presence alot. he was so good, and sometimes it felt like he really dug the shit we played. when it all came together and everybody sounded great and everybody was having fun, there was nothin better. now its gone. new line up. new people. same sound.
Iv'e been staying at my parents house since sunday. im pretty sure everybody knows what happened saturday. Brandon, Dan, Matt, and Pip of Out Of Control pretty much made me their bitch. I wouldn't fight them cause there was no reason, so instead the whoile night i got fucked with, and the wrote shit on my jacket. All of it was to teach me a lesson, which i learned, and afterwards they were real cool about it. Pip was telling me about places that we're hiring, and when i went walkin down the road to find a ride back to Gwinnett county, they came and got me so i didn't get the shit kicked outta me cause i had swastikas all over my face. I re-painted my jacket, and gotta get the backpatch back from my bookbag at brandon's, but it's almost finished.
Everything is just like it's always been, which is fucked up. I'm pretty sure that I'm not gonna have enough money for a lawyer by my courtdate, so i think i'm gonna live it up until then. anybody that wants to party or try to help me out lemme know. I'm shavin off my hawk and tryin to get a job, so at least i'll have a little money. I'm gona take pictures before I do that though, so everybody can see the green and black job that I did on it. it's the shit. until next time kids. peace.
Iv'e been staying at my parents house since sunday. im pretty sure everybody knows what happened saturday. Brandon, Dan, Matt, and Pip of Out Of Control pretty much made me their bitch. I wouldn't fight them cause there was no reason, so instead the whoile night i got fucked with, and the wrote shit on my jacket. All of it was to teach me a lesson, which i learned, and afterwards they were real cool about it. Pip was telling me about places that we're hiring, and when i went walkin down the road to find a ride back to Gwinnett county, they came and got me so i didn't get the shit kicked outta me cause i had swastikas all over my face. I re-painted my jacket, and gotta get the backpatch back from my bookbag at brandon's, but it's almost finished.
Everything is just like it's always been, which is fucked up. I'm pretty sure that I'm not gonna have enough money for a lawyer by my courtdate, so i think i'm gonna live it up until then. anybody that wants to party or try to help me out lemme know. I'm shavin off my hawk and tryin to get a job, so at least i'll have a little money. I'm gona take pictures before I do that though, so everybody can see the green and black job that I did on it. it's the shit. until next time kids. peace.