Deado
Being the only one of my roommates who stuck around this silly little town, I have the whole house to myself this spring break. It's strange, but I think I like it. I get to have my friends over for mario kart tournaments and mulled wine til the wee hours of the night without having to worry about keeping up people who have to get up and educate third grade children in the morning. But I can't say it doesn't get lonely when everybody goes to their respective homes. Though, I got pretty resourceful last night. People didn't drink nearly as much of the mulled wine as I expected, so when they were all gone I finished off the pot myself, listened to some loud David Bowie, Mungo Jerry, Janis Joplin and Velvet Underground, and pretty much finished writing the script for my comic book. I'm pretty satisfied with the amount of work I've gotten done so far this break, which is an uncommon feeling for me.
I don't really know what to think of this, but I've keep getting this feeling lately. This feeling that I've grown into exactly the person I wanted to be when I was sixteen. I spend my days reading and writing comic books, drinking stolen boxed wine, getting stoned and making art, having naked dance parties followed by kareoke at the hell's angels' bar. Am I a juvinile delinquent? I mean who wants to be the prototype of cool according to a sixteen year old? I try to look back at that age and figure out whether I respect the person I was back then. Probably. I'm kind of a narcisist in that way.
I don't really know what to think of this, but I've keep getting this feeling lately. This feeling that I've grown into exactly the person I wanted to be when I was sixteen. I spend my days reading and writing comic books, drinking stolen boxed wine, getting stoned and making art, having naked dance parties followed by kareoke at the hell's angels' bar. Am I a juvinile delinquent? I mean who wants to be the prototype of cool according to a sixteen year old? I try to look back at that age and figure out whether I respect the person I was back then. Probably. I'm kind of a narcisist in that way.