An update, no more no less.
As I'm walking through the gates and into the 'business' area, I realize I will be alone amongst an absurd amount of drunks, kids on acid, assholes, weirdos, stoners, scenesters, bros, and random creepy old people. Thus is the lawn section of a Radiohead show in Tampa.
That was last night and I must say it turned out a lot better than it began, but that might've been the drugs and alcohol that I got to randomly ingest. Besides that I've been well, I know it's been a while since I last updated the internet with the goings on of a certain Stevo, and I must say that things have gotten better.
I can't remember where I was when I wrote the last post but it reads like I was drunk and angry about something. Probably along the lines of being alone but being surrounded by connections that don't belong to me. Since then, I've been relocated for the time being and came across a lot of supplies. Granted, I forced the meeting of such a large pile of supplies and the kitchen of where I'm staying at the moment, but when I'm talking about supplies I mean for living, like food and shit, not for making bombs or "death rays". I'm still alone, but whatever I've gotten used to it and it's not going to change anytime soon. So, there's no point to the bullshit I make you, the internet, read. I guess this would be listening for the internet, seeing how it doesn't have ears just sites. No good? You must be dead inside.
Anyway, I've been back in Brevard County for the past week and I've been bored to hell. I went to my Grandmother's funeral, the reason I'm in Brevard. It was sad but nice, the only thing I have complaints about is the fact that old people glare with a sorta of confusion/angry hybrid expression if they don't recognize you. It's very discouraging, and once they do recognize that you might actually have something to do with this dead old lady, they automatically go into the, "My you've grown!! I remember when you this big!!". Ugh, "I remember when you had hair, and teeth!!". No, it's cute until you realize that that's all they have to say to you. The only redeeming factor was when I was kidnapped and taken hostage to Orlando. In which, I went dancing and hung out with some friends. At the end of that, I was released and kidnapped again by a new group of terrorists. Who, took me to see Radiohead in Tampa.
There's been a lot of other shit that's been going on in the life of Stevo but I'm tired of it already and I don't feel like going into detail the insanity that follows me at a constant level.
That was last night and I must say it turned out a lot better than it began, but that might've been the drugs and alcohol that I got to randomly ingest. Besides that I've been well, I know it's been a while since I last updated the internet with the goings on of a certain Stevo, and I must say that things have gotten better.
I can't remember where I was when I wrote the last post but it reads like I was drunk and angry about something. Probably along the lines of being alone but being surrounded by connections that don't belong to me. Since then, I've been relocated for the time being and came across a lot of supplies. Granted, I forced the meeting of such a large pile of supplies and the kitchen of where I'm staying at the moment, but when I'm talking about supplies I mean for living, like food and shit, not for making bombs or "death rays". I'm still alone, but whatever I've gotten used to it and it's not going to change anytime soon. So, there's no point to the bullshit I make you, the internet, read. I guess this would be listening for the internet, seeing how it doesn't have ears just sites. No good? You must be dead inside.
Anyway, I've been back in Brevard County for the past week and I've been bored to hell. I went to my Grandmother's funeral, the reason I'm in Brevard. It was sad but nice, the only thing I have complaints about is the fact that old people glare with a sorta of confusion/angry hybrid expression if they don't recognize you. It's very discouraging, and once they do recognize that you might actually have something to do with this dead old lady, they automatically go into the, "My you've grown!! I remember when you this big!!". Ugh, "I remember when you had hair, and teeth!!". No, it's cute until you realize that that's all they have to say to you. The only redeeming factor was when I was kidnapped and taken hostage to Orlando. In which, I went dancing and hung out with some friends. At the end of that, I was released and kidnapped again by a new group of terrorists. Who, took me to see Radiohead in Tampa.
There's been a lot of other shit that's been going on in the life of Stevo but I'm tired of it already and I don't feel like going into detail the insanity that follows me at a constant level.