on further becoming a social parasite
in just the last three days:
1. arrested for doing jail support, of all things.
(the irony does not escape me but the jokes on them: friendships solidified, staredowns successfully intimidated, songs sung, laughter infiltrated, group push ups implemented, bailed the fuck out in too many senses of the word)
2. fired from my day job; seeking unemployment.
(i have always wanted the chance to try to live cheaper, my time is now more free to read and dream; now i will have access to food stamps and cheaper medical coverage)
3. played my first show with bloodsweep
(was let out at one in the morning the day of and couldn't sleep: didn't understand how fatigued i was until the first song; we pushed through even though we were falling apart, people cheered and hit the ceiling)
4. confronting my fear of people and being imperfect again. and again.
(i wonder if people don't really see me. the wonderful thing about being a person cursed with language is that we can talk about it and ask for what we want and need, and figure out how to move forward either together, parallel, or separately)
"i'd rather die than spend my living days half dead"
1. arrested for doing jail support, of all things.
(the irony does not escape me but the jokes on them: friendships solidified, staredowns successfully intimidated, songs sung, laughter infiltrated, group push ups implemented, bailed the fuck out in too many senses of the word)
2. fired from my day job; seeking unemployment.
(i have always wanted the chance to try to live cheaper, my time is now more free to read and dream; now i will have access to food stamps and cheaper medical coverage)
3. played my first show with bloodsweep
(was let out at one in the morning the day of and couldn't sleep: didn't understand how fatigued i was until the first song; we pushed through even though we were falling apart, people cheered and hit the ceiling)
4. confronting my fear of people and being imperfect again. and again.
(i wonder if people don't really see me. the wonderful thing about being a person cursed with language is that we can talk about it and ask for what we want and need, and figure out how to move forward either together, parallel, or separately)
"i'd rather die than spend my living days half dead"