I've had a busy time these last short months. The death of summer, the hardening of some abstract convictions, growth.
People will tell you that I am a good looking fellow, a person with a lot of charisma and potential.
I've made enemies,
I've done terrible things,
I am still standing.
I found that writing has been a power that i've been graced with. The tech savvy generation, my peer groups gift to world, has something to say.
I have never been afraid to speak. I might even claim to have a voice.
Highlights of the past few months: Kinetic attraction between me and some bombastic girl. My life was spiraling around one slowly evaporating drive: find the next cigarette. I was moving from my dying pad in the city, and it was my last night there. That's when exploded into one anothers consciousness.
Drunkenly burning dying memories, as well as several dilapidated pieces of furniture (my fist still shows the damage done, ANOTHER boxer fracture) i sat staring into the flame of my pyre;
thoughts drifting through my alcohol addled skull: Is there anybody in this city who gives a damn about me? What is the point of my existence?
Minutes later, my reprieve shattered. She came over with a few friends of mine, and we fell into eachother. My best friend was awoken to the rough sounds of climax as i orgasmed heartily, he was so miffed that he walked several miles home in the cold light of dawn. We stayed in bed, caressing eachother with sweet nothings and admittance's of irretrievable attraction. We changed each-other. He's still peeved at me, and my original question was answered. Yes. People in the city do indeed care about me... She's beautiful i might add. She reminds me of the first love i had, unstoppable attraction. Her appearance washed the murky consciousness of months gone by clean with that endearing gaze.
Guitar studies have been going well. I've crafted a piece "Cathartika". I'll be presenting it to a group of fellows tomorrow evening, i plan to drink a few beers to ease the overzealous swelling of my ego; i've never played a concert before. Color me stoked.
And I've found some solice away from that dirty ass mid-sized city. I transcribed my existence, re shuffled my important possesions into my old stomping grounds, a quiet place now. I dodged a bullet, and decided not to sell narcotics or illegal substances to fellow students to fuel my lifestyle, for the time being.
I finally tried all of the drugs i might add, This kids' been around the block.
I'll see you folks next tuesday.
-S
