bloodfart

It's been nearly four months since I've updated. Big Fuck, it's not like anybody reads this shit. I guess it's more of a cathartic thing. I used to have faith in virtual communities. Now I seem to have nothing but pitty for them. I guess it's mostly my fault. The St. Louis SG people have events and meet up and shit but I never bother to go. I troll this site because I used to be the crazy guy who'd go out clubbin' and drinking all night. I've smoked my share of weed , did my share of shoplifting, pierced more than my mother would ever want to know about and finally decided to leave that life behind me. SG is pretty much my final link to what I used to be. Somewhere I'm still attracted to punk as shit tattoo chicks not affraid to show their tits. If I became part of the St. Louis crowd that would be as pathetic as the college guys who come home and go to high school parties. On the outside we have nothing to talk about. . . I don't listen to their music, go to their hangouts, know their friends, or wear their clothes. I can't help but think I'm more mature than they are, (being ten years older than most of them) and I'm forced to roll my eyes when I hear twenty something's dole out the drama and self inflated tales that comprise their existance. I'm at a point in my life where I'd rather tell you about my daughter than tell you my tales of yore or trade licks with the who do you know, where do you go's (yeah Circle Jerks)

SO...Though in the real world we have nothing to link us to eachother the fact that we all congregate at this ether-space must mean something. . . right?