When ya can't join em
I don't get along with alot of people.
I love certain people, but certain events and situations block me from daily interaction with them. Those I love. I hate it.
I don't like many people I interact with daily.
I can't wait to go to San Diego State U. I figure I'll lock myself in a room with a guitar, booze and be happy. I'll get my studies done and be with my brother (who is a great human being.)
Privacy, music, my brother and the love of a certain woman (no matter how many miles away she is) can keep me happy. Even if she thinks otherwise, I still love her.
Goodness I love music, it's kept me alive since 8th grade. Literally. I'd most definitely be dead if it weren't for music. Literally. It's nice to reflect. I was so juvenile when I did that one thing.
But back to that one woman. I'm not sure if she truly loves me. She said she did. God this summer is gonna be tough. Depending on how things turn out.
But I'll still have music. Thank god for it.
Music is an obsession for me. It's not JUST a stronghold of my sanity. It's the last thing I cling to at all times. There are so many moments in life that have had me struggling between existence and non existence. And there are so many songs that have themes and lyrics and feelings and melodies and sounds and moments and trivial points that can persuade me in either direction of life(sane or insane).
At the same time I could have a burger with my dad before I get on the train to SDSU to try out for jazz guitar.
And that experience, (not just eating that burger, but interacting with my father) ((who has had an interesting history himself and familiar interest in the diner we are in)) could have had an interesting influence on my life . . .
I really didn't want to go to SDSU for school and then he could have said . . .
"Don't audition."
Who knows if I would or would not have auditioned at SDSU?
Who cares? It's my life isn't it?
Music is my meal. No matter what circumstance.
God I'm craving a bacon avocado cheeseburger.
San Diego, here I come.
I love certain people, but certain events and situations block me from daily interaction with them. Those I love. I hate it.
I don't like many people I interact with daily.
I can't wait to go to San Diego State U. I figure I'll lock myself in a room with a guitar, booze and be happy. I'll get my studies done and be with my brother (who is a great human being.)
Privacy, music, my brother and the love of a certain woman (no matter how many miles away she is) can keep me happy. Even if she thinks otherwise, I still love her.
Goodness I love music, it's kept me alive since 8th grade. Literally. I'd most definitely be dead if it weren't for music. Literally. It's nice to reflect. I was so juvenile when I did that one thing.
But back to that one woman. I'm not sure if she truly loves me. She said she did. God this summer is gonna be tough. Depending on how things turn out.
But I'll still have music. Thank god for it.
Music is an obsession for me. It's not JUST a stronghold of my sanity. It's the last thing I cling to at all times. There are so many moments in life that have had me struggling between existence and non existence. And there are so many songs that have themes and lyrics and feelings and melodies and sounds and moments and trivial points that can persuade me in either direction of life(sane or insane).
At the same time I could have a burger with my dad before I get on the train to SDSU to try out for jazz guitar.
And that experience, (not just eating that burger, but interacting with my father) ((who has had an interesting history himself and familiar interest in the diner we are in)) could have had an interesting influence on my life . . .
I really didn't want to go to SDSU for school and then he could have said . . .
"Don't audition."
Who knows if I would or would not have auditioned at SDSU?
Who cares? It's my life isn't it?
Music is my meal. No matter what circumstance.
God I'm craving a bacon avocado cheeseburger.
San Diego, here I come.