vagabond

it's the morning.

and not the morning that i'm used to.

the real morning. 7AM.

i was up late last night drinking with an old pal of mine.

we were the only one's drinking, and i think i may have gotten drunk.

how embarrassing.

i crawled into bed, and slept for a few hours, but woke up just short of morning.

5AM.

then i bought a sprite and trimmed my beard.

i couldn't think of anything better to do.

i'm not sure why i couldn't sleep. i think it was because my body was bored with sleeping.

so i'm sitting here with my roommate wetsy betsy, waiting for the rest of the world to wake up.

he's been working very hard lately. not the overachiever "working hard." the "if i don't do this work i'll fail" kind. bad news. give this kid a hug or something if you see him.

so HAND? is pretty much through now.

Mushmouth is far away and very busy with other things.

Nilla is less far but also busy.

Ol' Jizzy...

well, i'm just going with the current.

i'm not sure if this is our privilege. do our parents work so that they can come home, have a few beers, and pass out? i feel very uncultured right now. and this is partly due to the fact that people have been calling me a hipster lately. it's kinda unsettling.

i don't really know what happened.

suddenly, everything is bad.

literally, name something, and it's bad.

can't leave my room with skinny jeans on, or a gang will come and beat me up.

-Jizzy T