A Life Worth Living
So the summer has begun and the post graduation depression may be poking it's ugly head out of the water. Well not particularly now because I start a bunch of summer classes next week and I don't really get kicked out into the real world until summer is over. The feelings of impending failure and loneliness encroach nonetheless.
But this sort of thing is to be expected.
I found an old motobecane bike in the shed in my backyard that had been sitting there for who knows how long. All of the mechanisms still worked but the tires were crumbling so I took it to the bike shop for replacements.
Sketchbooks, what a wonderful thing to have and hold.
I've been back in Mineola for a little over a week and the humid sticky feeling of entrapment is already setting in. It's great to see the dudes back from school and do nothing all night while making dick and fart jokes but other than that the suburbs are so fucking BORING.
But this sort of thing is to be expected.
I found an old motobecane bike in the shed in my backyard that had been sitting there for who knows how long. All of the mechanisms still worked but the tires were crumbling so I took it to the bike shop for replacements.
Sketchbooks, what a wonderful thing to have and hold.
I've been back in Mineola for a little over a week and the humid sticky feeling of entrapment is already setting in. It's great to see the dudes back from school and do nothing all night while making dick and fart jokes but other than that the suburbs are so fucking BORING.