Kill.
Maaaaaaan, fuck Texas. This shit is completely insane. I’m at the point where I dont live here anymore. Yeah, thats what I’m saying: I live on the road. My shit just happens to be in TX and I have no clue how to get it out of TX. I’m scared to talk to my BF because this isnt the place to be. I keep trying to fix a fuck-up with her aaaaand its not going so well because people are impossible to count on. All of them. Between my license being revoked in a traffic stop where I wasnt driving, getting robbed, and realizing that my situation hasn’t really changed for the better, I’m sort-a-kinda real pissy at everything “life”.
Dear AZ, I need a place to stay for the month of May, if and when I’m in town for it. There’s a ton of shows, appearances, and other things I’ll be busy with, but it’d be nice to be able to sit down my belongings and know I could floor crash somewhere if needed. Last time I thought I had that, but, like I said, people are impossible to count on.
ARGH.
The mixtape is very near completion, if only people would listen and engineer TJ for me, im lieu of trying to produce him. Dont waste our time please. We’re trying to get up and out of this bullshit life and these speedbumps that call themselves “homies” need to get off.
I know so many people, and have so few friends.
My ass has been asleep for most of the day. Sitting and waiting or days to go by is harder than it seems. I tried my ass off to not fight or scream or pretty much feel for the rest of the time I’m here and even THAT didnt work. I can’t win. Ten more FUCKING days, then I’m out again with goals and shit. Thank goodness. Wasting away is lame.
Oh, and I blew a monitor. Sweet. I need alan wrenches to see if theres any swollen caps in here. Fuck.
