Fuck a couch in the hood, I’d want a car on the beach.
Today I was sitting in the car stressing about a bunch of shit I don’t really wanna get into but it’s kinda worth stressing over, and I leaned the seat back and a lightbulb appeared above my head and all my temporary problems were solved instantly. There was this rush of past experiences that came flooding in and I realized that my weird ass life has basically made me impervious to situational bullshit and that whatever the odds, I’m batting about 950 figuring shit out, or life goes on and it wasn’t that important anyway.
Anyway, the point is, when that Prius seat went “KLUNK” and leaned back suddenly I saw everything clearly and it’s gonna be great. Of all the places I’ve stayed in LA, including the Hollywood apartment, Marina in the jeep was the best. And if I got a whip to use, days off, and literally a trunk full of jewelry supplies? I an unstoppable fucking force. I didn’t sing back on for a couch In the hood. I signed up for a beachside parking spot, and by God, I’m gonna get it. I’ve come a long way, and too far to turn back now. I need a studio, but that will come in time. Right now I’ve got more than enough to make a lucrative side hustle. I just gotta be smart. And despite appearances, I think I am. So. Thanks Prius seat.
Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right.