One way...
I think this summer has sucked.
And indeed it's had it's moments, but to be rather frank...It wasn't the best, nor close.
Last night I went to bed thinking: "Shit...I'm going to be alone in life...I'm going to be the guy you see sitting at the 'Barnes and Nobles' cafe with a coffee (only I hate coffee, so maybe a frapuccino) and a magazine just sitting by himself. He has a beard, medium lon hair and a monicle (maybe not a monical, but noticable glasses). He's the man with the suite on, but no place to go. He probably has loads of friends and has traveled to countless parts of the world where he's made great aquaintances. He will have a humble yet well kept home or apartment. He will do his work, take his pictures, write his book, but never be with anyone. He will be the guy who is friends with the homeless because he can be. In return, the homeless like him. He gave a man some money one day and in return the homeless man saved up every penny to buy one of the man's famous works...the man gives the homeless man the picture with no cost. The man will probably find lust more then love and never truly have anyone to be true with...The man will be sitting in that cafe and every other month or year, his friends from the past will walk on in and laugh about the past, flaunting rings and telling stories. He will go an come to weddings where he will drink nothing but a sip of wine and then go home to his pet bird without ever dancing...He'll refuse to...he never was taught how. This man will be happy, but never complete. He will both fail in life and love in life, but always mix the two and never get it right..."
I then rolled over and passed out.
And indeed it's had it's moments, but to be rather frank...It wasn't the best, nor close.
Last night I went to bed thinking: "Shit...I'm going to be alone in life...I'm going to be the guy you see sitting at the 'Barnes and Nobles' cafe with a coffee (only I hate coffee, so maybe a frapuccino) and a magazine just sitting by himself. He has a beard, medium lon hair and a monicle (maybe not a monical, but noticable glasses). He's the man with the suite on, but no place to go. He probably has loads of friends and has traveled to countless parts of the world where he's made great aquaintances. He will have a humble yet well kept home or apartment. He will do his work, take his pictures, write his book, but never be with anyone. He will be the guy who is friends with the homeless because he can be. In return, the homeless like him. He gave a man some money one day and in return the homeless man saved up every penny to buy one of the man's famous works...the man gives the homeless man the picture with no cost. The man will probably find lust more then love and never truly have anyone to be true with...The man will be sitting in that cafe and every other month or year, his friends from the past will walk on in and laugh about the past, flaunting rings and telling stories. He will go an come to weddings where he will drink nothing but a sip of wine and then go home to his pet bird without ever dancing...He'll refuse to...he never was taught how. This man will be happy, but never complete. He will both fail in life and love in life, but always mix the two and never get it right..."
I then rolled over and passed out.