This is my life...we live like demons or gods...depending on the day.
I've moved into my new house with chris we live in a really awesome house directly across from humboldt park. our house is now liveable, over the last two days we got the internet, cable, a refridgerator, and patio furniture. i now have a real fucking place to live. i had been by in large drinking more and spending way more money than i wanted to spend over the last while, because well I didn't want to be at home. Last night was the first night in a long time that I consciously didn't drink. My sleep is weird when that happens...because that had probably been months? since that happened that at least several hours were taken away by genuinely passin out. I'm enjoying my life these days. I spend a lot of time with different people. I like that because we're all broken men, and I can be a favorable broken man when i'm a litle bit less available. Beacuse I may say something embarassing or I may say something offensive. There are majorities of nights over the last several months that I don't know what i said. these people are my friends, and I've been told I've always been genuine and nice and respectful of what i do, but I really hate waking up and not totally knowing what I did, but i like to pepper real life wutg being a smart ass, because when the sun sets I'm not just talking jive. My friends have still always returned my calls, but the last couple weeks have been a but weird to me, and I apologize for anything I did or didn't do to everyone around. This summer is gonna be fun. I really want to have a girl that would make me want to make a great picnic with. Other than that the "art" shit has been working out pretty fucking well. Also I still love the hold steady, because "hard frugs are for bartenders"