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Well over these last few days/months I have done nothing but read, worked, and watched acquaintances drown themselves in alcohol. I started a project, documenting the skate-punk crowd of Hammond and the skate war between Small Time and Go Big but quickly became bored with the whole project. Whatever I could achieve with my artwork is constantly put against my inability to commit and see things through. I don't think I'm lazy, just easily bored. I've been thinking about my childhood lately, funny how it always comes back to me in a massive jumble. Fragments of memories scattered and somehow important to me although how is always the mystery. My turtle sandbox whose shell I tried to float away on in a puddle. It's amazing how little of 18 years that I actually remember. I should be getting the internet soon and will try and keep in contact better.