iron fist
where'd all the love go? i feel like an old root in a mountain, always getting more set in my ways and at the same time so afraid to change. i've been offered at least three different lifestyles to live here instead of going home in the last week. the pimp life with the biggest pimp in town. the laidback music, pot, skateboarding and surfboarding life with some indiana country guys. and even the live off of someone elses money life. its so hard to put my trust in anyone i haven't known for half my life though. i have known ppl my whole life before and they have still stabbed me in the back. 3 more days on this forsaken island, it isnt gonna keep me here just for its spring break girls. im not gonna spend any more time in a place where all you meet is tourists and even stranger locals. skateboardin home this early mornin i was scared i was gonna get eaten by a alligator cause it was all dark and it was rite by the water and what not. i never had to worry bout those at home, or sharks, or blasts of sand. paradise is completely different person to person i imagine, "another mans heaven another mans hell" like steve tyler puts it. though he doesnt write his own lyrics it came from someone who was on the rite track. well morning really is here now, gotta go pass out. peace