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Tuesday night, we like, drank some beers, fired up the grill and the midwestern artboy crew helped Juan brand his artwork with purty lil' cloud shapes. Cody's little Ikea grill actually caught fire too. I guess those things are supposed to be disposable or something. Man, they think of everything.
I actually like that Nas song that sounds like, "Hey Young World" meets "You Must Learn".
I don't feel like vomiting at all when I hear it on the radio.
My head hurts.
I want my life to be a little simpler. It's actually really good, but shit, I'm so charged to do art again that the thought of having to deal with financial matters just makes me feel like a whiny little brat. I need a babysitter...I mean financial advisor.
I love my girl soooooooo much, but she ain't too enthusiastic about numbers either.
Sweet Jeez, our monetary lives are gonna be a wreck. A delicious little wreck.
I could've just kept my face burrowed in her neck all day if I didn't have to get up and stress about taxes and snap on my stepfather for being overly critical of random folks relatively harmless behavior while we were at our Mother's Day breakfast. I wish I hadn't done that, but I wasn't in a great mood and he just said one thing that pushed me too far. He's really a good guy, and I owe him a lot.
Tonight I was interviewed by some folks doing a Chicago graffiti history documentary. My old pal Kool Kep is co-producer. Kep is pretty funny. It seems like he's using the movie as a vehicle to promote the idea that our crew used to be the FRESHEST IN THE WOOOOORLD!
Nostalgia-riffic.
"Yo Deep, tell us all the things that you did first"
How am I supposed to respond to that?
I mean, I did everything first, dumbass!
Just kidding...but I got caught alot of times trying not to embarrass Kep with my incredible maturity.
Har-har, what a great joker I am.
Should be an interesting documentary.
Lance, the leader of the project bought one of my window paintings.
If any of you work for the IRS, I mean I gave Lance that window.
Everytime I start to write in here I feel like I should be doing something else.
That's a shitty feeling.
I want my complicated life to feel simpler yet get even more complex.
Oh, it feels like time for the ol' more hours in a day wish!
I want to be on my grandparents' porch.
Now.
Passionfruit, passionfruit, passionfruit...