FUBAR
I don't know whats going on with me. I just blew through a few books in the past few days. I read Timequake by Vonnegut, decent, not his best. Then I read Bluebeard, that was a bettter novel by the same fella. I also read The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Chbosky. That was fantastic!! Its funny, I related a lot with Charlie in the book, which frightens me a bit. Then again, there are many like me, I just have yet to meet them, or maybe I have and they do what I do. I just thought I'd write in here because it has been a while.
Right now I am in TJ, Mexico, the motherland! I started my great Beaner road trip. I am a bit over 800 miles in, got another 4-5 hundred to go. Maybe more. I've added more detail to my book. I am just trying to keep myself occupied, so I don't have to think. While I was in Show Low, that is all I could do. I need it, but at the same time I hate it. A song comes to mind. I want to be it. Comfortably Numb.
One of my high school teachers called me tooday. He was one of those guys who was like a peer really. I mean, I could just stop by and shoot the shit with him, he is chill like that. He told me this was his last year teaching. He is going back to school in the fall to study spanish and classical guitar. If there is any teacher I will remember from High School, it will be him. He asked me how I was doing. He always knew I had a screw loose. I lied though, I hate being a mentiroso. If there was anyone I could talk to, it would be him. I'm drinking a beer right now, its good. He asked if I was depreseed, I said no. Mentiroso. Bye.
Right now I am in TJ, Mexico, the motherland! I started my great Beaner road trip. I am a bit over 800 miles in, got another 4-5 hundred to go. Maybe more. I've added more detail to my book. I am just trying to keep myself occupied, so I don't have to think. While I was in Show Low, that is all I could do. I need it, but at the same time I hate it. A song comes to mind. I want to be it. Comfortably Numb.
One of my high school teachers called me tooday. He was one of those guys who was like a peer really. I mean, I could just stop by and shoot the shit with him, he is chill like that. He told me this was his last year teaching. He is going back to school in the fall to study spanish and classical guitar. If there is any teacher I will remember from High School, it will be him. He asked me how I was doing. He always knew I had a screw loose. I lied though, I hate being a mentiroso. If there was anyone I could talk to, it would be him. I'm drinking a beer right now, its good. He asked if I was depreseed, I said no. Mentiroso. Bye.