mommy, my tombstone is laughing. . .

yeah i was fucking shacked last night
fun shit though
chillin' with john, paul, martell, and josh
hey you, sorry i didn't call
not gonna lie and come up with some extravagant excuse though
i couldn't answer my phone because of marty's impenetrable lock
and i couldn't remember your number
probably should've tried to remember it before i went into the middle of fucking forestburgh with the king of smoking broken cigarettes to hit that buddha
either way

30 cans of budweiser = $25
16 bowls = $30
jackass the movie 2.5 = martell stole it
watching josh bilick ride his head down not one but two staircases within the same 30 seconds
=
best birthday present anyone could ask for
alright
off to help josh move some beds into this house
getting paid in a pack of cigarettes
and that fucking works for me
holla at me my niggas

it'sbeen18years.!.!.!.jes!u!sf!u!ckingchr!i!st...

chillin at joshy b's
feelin' good
feelin' fine
it's my !b!i!r!t!h!d!a!y!
someone told me to start up this blogging again
so
/.../.../.../
i am
for real
past few weeks have got me feeling good about everything
that's about it
driving around, having too many good times
too many good times
. . .
. .
.
somewhere in there
maybe between inwood and wurtsboro
or woodburne to monticello
i was just hit with the realization that everything's all good
considering i've came to that conclusion before
i don't know what to think about it
so i'm just not thinking about it
just the few people that even remotely get it
thank you
all that don't
i hope you'll get it sooner than later
so i guess i'll be writing in this new one more than i used to with the last one
"!..you really fucking think i'm stupider than i really fucking am..!"