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nothing makes sense anymore... and i'm not being emo i literally mean that there is a lack of practicalness.
heres just one day in the life of mike t.
YESTERDAY
- i wake up because my roomate is a loud jewish homosexual ( no he really is )
- i hang out/shop for art supplies with my friend chelsea from school
- i come home to two jewish gay guys using my stuff without asking
- i drive through an hour traffic to pick up a friend in hollywood
- while i wait a mysterious tire cap rolls and slams into the side of my car
- my friend never comes out ( she had gone home without telling me )
- did i mention this friend is a 19 year old veteran and a gypsy?
- i drive to my friends house in Korea town to give her her jacket and tell her off for standing me up
- on the way up to her apartment i see an elderly black lady nearly choking to death in her doorway
- the old lady had massive amounts of smoke coming from from her apartment
- i ask what the trouble is, and since she cant talk due to her coughing, i run inside her place
- ( i will not describe what a poor single elderly black woman's apartment in LA looks like,
and it still makes me sick to think about how she has to live )
- i find a heavily burnt chicken dumbstick in a pot on the stove
- i figure everything is going to be ok so i comfort the woman and she thanks me
- i continue to my friends apartment, forget that i was mad at her ( because of of the old lady), and we go to get coffee
- on the way back down to my car there are firemen everywhere and 3 firetrucks outside
- they're in such a rush they dont hear me when i try to tell them what the problem actually was
- i go to denny's with my friend
- i meet scary homeless people
- i drop my ungrateful friend off at her place
- i go home to 2 drunk gay jewish guys hooking up in my room and a drunk 22 year old girl who hits on me
- i make the 22 year old drink more ( since she was annoying me ) till she passes out
- i grab a blanket/pillow and lay in my other roomates room
there's so much more that made my day even more chaotic like
the fact that i had not eaten a meal for days,
all the people i had to meet/talk to throughout the day,
why the jacket was bloody,
why i had her jacket in the first place,
how i even knew this gypsy girl...
in the end all i know is that i miss the days where my life made more sense.