And now I'm free from the cold, and I know I'm alive.
Back home. It's been a few days, but happy to be back here. The main thing that I am not happy with in being here is the realization that a lot of my friends that I have surrounded myself with over the past many years are very counter-productive. I hate that. When I was in Massachusetts people were getting things done, which in turn influenced me to get some things done. I liked that very much, I felt more inclined to do some writing, I played a bunch of guitar, which I hadn't for a LONG time, and took a bunch of pictures on my new camera. I don't like hanging out with a lot of people here. There it is. But there are a bunch that I want to hang out with a lot more too. People that can be creative instead of talking about being creative. I realized that I am easily influenced, so when I sit around with people who think that they are geniuses waiting to be discovered, which just doing nothing but watching TV and talking shit, that is what I am that night. When I am with people socializing having fun expressing wit, that is what I am. When I am with people being creative and exhailing their creative breaths, that is what I am. I like the latter two WAY more than the first. Sitting around not doing anything has been driving me fucking crazy. I'm sending things to Phill to put in his magazine. I'm going to write to write more. I am going to come up with ideas and not present them to these want to be intellects that just say "that's cool" then go back to talking about different kinds of pot and how they like smoking blunts better than everything else. Fuck that. Weed is not a talent. I love weed, I won't lie. It's great, but only in enhancing experiences or kicking back. It should not be the focal point of a night, every night. Smoke, then get over it and do what you're going to do. People get too absorbed in the whole thing. Any way have a delightful night, I'm going to try to do things.
Word.
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