how should we then live?
i dont know how i want to begin..
"move forward. not backwards."
today i felt grown up. it was a little scary but at the same time it was so fucking beautiful.
the day went something like this:
graff pieces are a dance for the lost and lonely.
i used black white grey and blue. it braught be back to the old school.
today was a sic* ass session.
brian alex and i have done a lot of growing on our bridge.
i was impressed when we left.
i remember i told alex my piece braught me back..
he answered with something like.. damn mines bringing me forward.
i went to marias and walked to coldstones with her.
mikey met us there. he came with brian and alex.
brian, alex, and i rode in the bed of his truck back to marias, where we waited for yen.
alex jumped out fearing for his life. it was a lot of fun.
together the 6 of us drove to fran's kickback.
we got kind of bored. yen said something like i wish she had coffee table books..
so alex yen and i went to my car to get some photo mags out of my trunk.
we were in no rush to get back so we used the moment to reminisce through some old blackbooks.
when we got back a couple vodka bottles were empty. shelby was light up.
we taught a girl how to blow smoke rings. mouth to mouth hits were all over.
i showed yen my big magazine. i think she liked it.
she took my green book and drew a picture out of a photography magazine.
i dropped yen off with maria. when we came back most of the house was pretty buzzed.
jack johnson was playing. the words sitting.. waiting.. wishing.. made me wonder if anna was having fun. i hope she did.
numbers were exchanged with goodbye hugs and the 5 of us headed down the street to the taco bus.
maria brian and i stayed in the car. modest mouse was playing. the two of them fell asleep after a little bit of light conversation.
i saw alex get into mikey's car. he was sitting in there alone so i got out of my car and sat with him.
he told me he hated how were moving forward(growing up) so quickly. i knew what exactly what he ment..
it came out to be a real long conversation about our future and the world. i remember using gum and american cars as metaphores.
so mikey came back with tacos. i gave alex my how should we then live book.. and dropped maria and brian off. i met up with mikey stephanie and alex at dinos. alex hopped in my car. i thought we were going to hit up the mean streets of torrance with pink tips and spray cans BUTTTTT i left my paint at home. i dropped alex off at home. he took my green book with him. he told me hes going to put some real emo shit in there. lol.
tomorrow i start work at 1030.. i dont know what time i get off but i hope theres still daylight out when i do. i think tomorrow will be a nice day to shoot some photography.
*sic
adv : intentionally so written (used after a printed word or phrase) v : urge a dog to attack someone [syn: set]
sic is what we are.
"move forward. not backwards."
today i felt grown up. it was a little scary but at the same time it was so fucking beautiful.
the day went something like this:
graff pieces are a dance for the lost and lonely.
i used black white grey and blue. it braught be back to the old school.
today was a sic* ass session.
brian alex and i have done a lot of growing on our bridge.
i was impressed when we left.
i remember i told alex my piece braught me back..
he answered with something like.. damn mines bringing me forward.
i went to marias and walked to coldstones with her.
mikey met us there. he came with brian and alex.
brian, alex, and i rode in the bed of his truck back to marias, where we waited for yen.
alex jumped out fearing for his life. it was a lot of fun.
together the 6 of us drove to fran's kickback.
we got kind of bored. yen said something like i wish she had coffee table books..
so alex yen and i went to my car to get some photo mags out of my trunk.
we were in no rush to get back so we used the moment to reminisce through some old blackbooks.
when we got back a couple vodka bottles were empty. shelby was light up.
we taught a girl how to blow smoke rings. mouth to mouth hits were all over.
i showed yen my big magazine. i think she liked it.
she took my green book and drew a picture out of a photography magazine.
i dropped yen off with maria. when we came back most of the house was pretty buzzed.
jack johnson was playing. the words sitting.. waiting.. wishing.. made me wonder if anna was having fun. i hope she did.
numbers were exchanged with goodbye hugs and the 5 of us headed down the street to the taco bus.
maria brian and i stayed in the car. modest mouse was playing. the two of them fell asleep after a little bit of light conversation.
i saw alex get into mikey's car. he was sitting in there alone so i got out of my car and sat with him.
he told me he hated how were moving forward(growing up) so quickly. i knew what exactly what he ment..
it came out to be a real long conversation about our future and the world. i remember using gum and american cars as metaphores.
so mikey came back with tacos. i gave alex my how should we then live book.. and dropped maria and brian off. i met up with mikey stephanie and alex at dinos. alex hopped in my car. i thought we were going to hit up the mean streets of torrance with pink tips and spray cans BUTTTTT i left my paint at home. i dropped alex off at home. he took my green book with him. he told me hes going to put some real emo shit in there. lol.
tomorrow i start work at 1030.. i dont know what time i get off but i hope theres still daylight out when i do. i think tomorrow will be a nice day to shoot some photography.
*sic
adv : intentionally so written (used after a printed word or phrase) v : urge a dog to attack someone [syn: set]
sic is what we are.