ghostdance

I'm so fucking tired of being treated better by strangers than by my own friends. When the dude at the corner store is the nicest person you've talked to all night then somethings wrong. If I wasn't on probation I would sell half my shit and bounce the fuck outta town without telling anyone tomorrow.

Jump:He's a fucking glitter-boy; he's looking to get sprayed, laid, played, and slayed, you know what I'm saying?
Frank White: I heard that.

Yo, what the fuck do I gotta do to get a muthafuckin backrub round here? I've been working so long for free I forget what it's like to get paid. My shoulders need love, so does my empty ass wallet. Too tired to skate, too much heat to paint right now, shit, this isn't good.

My Grandfather died last night. He had stage four lung cancer that also caused tumors in his brain. I just got back from work detail, called my pops and he told me. I'm really not looking forward to calling my mom, her grief isn't shit I need right now, if that sounds harsh well you don't know how fucking nuts my mom is.

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Went to get a beer out of the fridge last night and it was open, meaning it had been open since the night before, everything in there was warm as fuck, but it' the electrical cost thats gonna kick me in the ass.

Sometimes I feel like I'm not living up to my full potential, that by staying here I'm never going to fully achieve whatever it is I'm capable of. I always end up getting stuck here longer though whenever I try to go find someplace else. The longer I stay the more anxious I feel and the more it seems that life is passing me by.

"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds."

I'm off the community service for a week, but I gotta work at my real job so I'll at least be able to pay some of my fine when I see my PO on Wednesday. I really shouldn't be buying sneakers and vinyl when I'm broke.

I almost fell through a roof today during the community service work, my left leg went in right up to my waist. Shit happened so damn fast, like I'm carrying my bucket of paint across the roof and the next thing I know I'm scrambling to get out of a hole in it. The rest of the day pretty much flowed the same as that....
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