capitalism is the opiate of the masses
I was doing so good lately. Thinking, maybe I'll look into internships and junior projects for next semester. Maybe making a living at this whole live sound reinforcement isn't so far away and impossible after all. Maybe it's not so inconceivable. And feeling better and more fulfilled and more trusting when it comes to friendships than I've felt in a long time--possibly ever. And loving the weather, and loving my bike, and my car that keeps on chugging in spite of all obstacles. And thinking, maybe now I can do some random nice happy things for my friends that I love so much, that I wish I could express my love and gratefulness for them more often. And I bet Action Shot really could "get big" (whatever that means), tour with the Bosstones or Mustard Plug or some such and inherit the Ska Kings crown. And maybe one day I'll stop with the coffee, and I have all these new recipes for delicious foods I want to try. And maybe I can join that indoor soccer league this winter. And maybe life is pretty damn good after all.
And then I went to the bank.
And found out that I have $7.36 in my bank account.
And suddenly, the world feels so small again.
Fuck.
And then I went to the bank.
And found out that I have $7.36 in my bank account.
And suddenly, the world feels so small again.
Fuck.