diamonds are forever
so im fucking tired as hell and cant stop thinking about how badly i want to be a tattoo artist but am too worried that my skills so far arent near good enough. practice makes perfect. i will now carry a pad and pencil everywhere i go. if you see me without it, hit me in the eye.
i miss bubba, issacs mom is insanely wierd, kids (especially girls) who become edge just to impress those around them (lets face it most of the times its for a fucking guy) need to be straightend out. and this means beat to shit.....oh yea and beaten to shit even more for breaking edge because all the sxe friends they had, arent thier friends anymore. im not even edge and this shit pisses me off. i hate you.
i was looking through my pictures and i found these. its just a reminder of how random life can be, and how quick good times can just fade away...
ive seen chris around the carlsbad mall, i think riaz and chris still live together, max moved back to where he was from across the united states and i have no idea what the other chris is doing. some days i miss driving to carlsbad, to the apartment, being annoyed as hell that the train was out the back window. walking across the tracks to the beach with a mini cooler with 3 beers in it (all that can fit) getting yelled at by bums, watching red tide and seeing dead possums washed up on shore. sneaking into jacuzzis at the hotels on the beach. i miss going to random parties and having to pay to get in, or leaving real shady parties. i miss seeing katie grable puke her brains out and being really embarrased that the friends i brought over got wasted beyond anything. i miss getting to know new people, being called just because they wanted to hang out. i hella miss cramming my ass into a little tiny car, driving an hour to watch a baseball game. stealing wood for a fire, sitting in the bed of a truck and pushing old blown tires off the tailgate..... i blew it basically. and im really bummed.
i miss bubba, issacs mom is insanely wierd, kids (especially girls) who become edge just to impress those around them (lets face it most of the times its for a fucking guy) need to be straightend out. and this means beat to shit.....oh yea and beaten to shit even more for breaking edge because all the sxe friends they had, arent thier friends anymore. im not even edge and this shit pisses me off. i hate you.
i was looking through my pictures and i found these. its just a reminder of how random life can be, and how quick good times can just fade away...
ive seen chris around the carlsbad mall, i think riaz and chris still live together, max moved back to where he was from across the united states and i have no idea what the other chris is doing. some days i miss driving to carlsbad, to the apartment, being annoyed as hell that the train was out the back window. walking across the tracks to the beach with a mini cooler with 3 beers in it (all that can fit) getting yelled at by bums, watching red tide and seeing dead possums washed up on shore. sneaking into jacuzzis at the hotels on the beach. i miss going to random parties and having to pay to get in, or leaving real shady parties. i miss seeing katie grable puke her brains out and being really embarrased that the friends i brought over got wasted beyond anything. i miss getting to know new people, being called just because they wanted to hang out. i hella miss cramming my ass into a little tiny car, driving an hour to watch a baseball game. stealing wood for a fire, sitting in the bed of a truck and pushing old blown tires off the tailgate..... i blew it basically. and im really bummed.