I feel so much more comfortable blogging on bluelight. I would never do something like this on facebook. I am trying to trade off my facebook addiction with bluelight, and it is working. So here goes.
I have been staying with a friend in Dallas, TX. He is a fan of my art, and we go way back. He is kind of in a weird place right now in his life. Basically, his babies mama burned him pretty bad, and I guess he still has not let go. Here is his schedule. Vodka, Benedryl, Crash, Work. That is IT. Moving out here, I just gave him a painting and he is cool with me staying until I get on my feet.
Well, I am without a vehicle right now. I won't go into detail but last month, the shit hit the fan. I had just got through doing a 6 months stretch. I was out in the world and I came up. Had a nice job, a truck I was half finished paying for, a decent place to crash at dads [evilstepmotherissues] and my legal shit was about to be won. Well one day, I took some bars at work. My best friend, Adam, says benzos are my krptonite. Hes right. I had a total of 6mg. I started with 1mg, as always, telling myself I will take that amount and chill. Well once it kicks in, the whole 6mg down the hatch. Really acting a fool at work. I was a clerk so I ran the whole station, and here I am giving people the wrong change and free cigarettes and shit. Anyway yeah, my homegirl becky calls, saying she has some speed.
I get off work, go to her house, get wired. I was drawing my normal Anime Skitze Girls when I get the first phone call. It was my grandmother. "where are you? You are suppose to be in court right now!" then I get another call from my boss saying "you are fired" then another call from my dad saying "you gotta move out" so I drove the truck to my grandparents and it was gone the next day.
So yeah, I am still recovering from all that. I was really giving sobriety a shot, despite a few relapses. I found a good, cozy place. I was high on the success I was having. Well thats gone now. I have been slipping. Dabbling back into methamps. Luckily I dropped the benzos for good, so I am OK. Well the failure to appear thing put me in a spot where I had to plea guilty even though I was not, to avoid doing anymore time.
Its horrible. I have only been on probation 2 months and already taken 9 UAs. Its cool though, here I am. In the city. I thought it would be exciting to live in the city, but I am bored as fuck. My room mate is the most anti social mother fucker ever. I was like "dude, I dont know anyone out here" he was like "to hell you dont, you have already had two girls over and you havent lived here a month. I have had zero"
So I guess that makes me feel...Not better? Fuck. Other than that, I have a cozy badass lil den out here. Got a desk with a pullout keyboard thing. Well the deskspace are occupied by the turntables. Well the monitor is on the next level. So basically, my turntables and my computer are one big thing. Easy to record mixes. I have been getting a lot of turntable time in, but it comes with a cost. My neighbor is about to call me in. Shes such a bitch, the other day she complained of her walls shaking even though my bass wasnt even 1/8th the way up. Fuck that.
I am also an artist. I have been doing a lot more art lately because of my down time. Might as well make something of it. I am not into xbox and shit, I like for my time to give me something back. I have my art. My grandparents bought me a lot of painting supplies too. Painting is something new to me. When I was in Los Angeles I met a very influential artist to the underground san fransisco house scene, Owen Maigret. He truly inspired me and took me under his wing. Unfortunately I had to block him because he was harassing me about a $350 I owed him for getting my car out of tow even though I told him to leave it. He needed it more than I did. Seeing as that he walked around LA with 5 grand cash, 2 gatorade bottles of G, ounces of molly, and a pack with RX shit..I felt like it was wrong of him to be on my ass so hard about that lil 350. I havent seen the last of owen.
but yeah my grandparents bought me some painting supplies. Its funny too because they never give me money. They had much rather spend money than give it to me to cop drugs, dont blame them. But yeah I chilled today and got a badass painting done. It has a lot of blue shades, a red shade, then a lot of aztec heiroglyphic style lines.
Oh yeah, LEA!! TOTAL FACEBOOK CRUSH! She stalks my every post, picture, and more. Always leaves sexy lil comments about punk rock. I have a thing for punk chicks. Anyway, she has a "fiance" but I noticed he is a couple years younger. I dunno, I know she digs me a great deal because of her activity, but I am not too serious about it. Yeah, shes perfect, but then again, its fucking facebook. We shall see. Patience is key.
Well, my back hurts. I guess I am going to stalk some more bluelight threads, maybe shoot a couple down. STOP TALKING ABOUT PLUGGING STUFF AND GO PLUG A GREENLIGHTERS CALK!
I have been staying with a friend in Dallas, TX. He is a fan of my art, and we go way back. He is kind of in a weird place right now in his life. Basically, his babies mama burned him pretty bad, and I guess he still has not let go. Here is his schedule. Vodka, Benedryl, Crash, Work. That is IT. Moving out here, I just gave him a painting and he is cool with me staying until I get on my feet.
Well, I am without a vehicle right now. I won't go into detail but last month, the shit hit the fan. I had just got through doing a 6 months stretch. I was out in the world and I came up. Had a nice job, a truck I was half finished paying for, a decent place to crash at dads [evilstepmotherissues] and my legal shit was about to be won. Well one day, I took some bars at work. My best friend, Adam, says benzos are my krptonite. Hes right. I had a total of 6mg. I started with 1mg, as always, telling myself I will take that amount and chill. Well once it kicks in, the whole 6mg down the hatch. Really acting a fool at work. I was a clerk so I ran the whole station, and here I am giving people the wrong change and free cigarettes and shit. Anyway yeah, my homegirl becky calls, saying she has some speed.
I get off work, go to her house, get wired. I was drawing my normal Anime Skitze Girls when I get the first phone call. It was my grandmother. "where are you? You are suppose to be in court right now!" then I get another call from my boss saying "you are fired" then another call from my dad saying "you gotta move out" so I drove the truck to my grandparents and it was gone the next day.
So yeah, I am still recovering from all that. I was really giving sobriety a shot, despite a few relapses. I found a good, cozy place. I was high on the success I was having. Well thats gone now. I have been slipping. Dabbling back into methamps. Luckily I dropped the benzos for good, so I am OK. Well the failure to appear thing put me in a spot where I had to plea guilty even though I was not, to avoid doing anymore time.
Its horrible. I have only been on probation 2 months and already taken 9 UAs. Its cool though, here I am. In the city. I thought it would be exciting to live in the city, but I am bored as fuck. My room mate is the most anti social mother fucker ever. I was like "dude, I dont know anyone out here" he was like "to hell you dont, you have already had two girls over and you havent lived here a month. I have had zero"
So I guess that makes me feel...Not better? Fuck. Other than that, I have a cozy badass lil den out here. Got a desk with a pullout keyboard thing. Well the deskspace are occupied by the turntables. Well the monitor is on the next level. So basically, my turntables and my computer are one big thing. Easy to record mixes. I have been getting a lot of turntable time in, but it comes with a cost. My neighbor is about to call me in. Shes such a bitch, the other day she complained of her walls shaking even though my bass wasnt even 1/8th the way up. Fuck that.
I am also an artist. I have been doing a lot more art lately because of my down time. Might as well make something of it. I am not into xbox and shit, I like for my time to give me something back. I have my art. My grandparents bought me a lot of painting supplies too. Painting is something new to me. When I was in Los Angeles I met a very influential artist to the underground san fransisco house scene, Owen Maigret. He truly inspired me and took me under his wing. Unfortunately I had to block him because he was harassing me about a $350 I owed him for getting my car out of tow even though I told him to leave it. He needed it more than I did. Seeing as that he walked around LA with 5 grand cash, 2 gatorade bottles of G, ounces of molly, and a pack with RX shit..I felt like it was wrong of him to be on my ass so hard about that lil 350. I havent seen the last of owen.
but yeah my grandparents bought me some painting supplies. Its funny too because they never give me money. They had much rather spend money than give it to me to cop drugs, dont blame them. But yeah I chilled today and got a badass painting done. It has a lot of blue shades, a red shade, then a lot of aztec heiroglyphic style lines.
Oh yeah, LEA!! TOTAL FACEBOOK CRUSH! She stalks my every post, picture, and more. Always leaves sexy lil comments about punk rock. I have a thing for punk chicks. Anyway, she has a "fiance" but I noticed he is a couple years younger. I dunno, I know she digs me a great deal because of her activity, but I am not too serious about it. Yeah, shes perfect, but then again, its fucking facebook. We shall see. Patience is key.
Well, my back hurts. I guess I am going to stalk some more bluelight threads, maybe shoot a couple down. STOP TALKING ABOUT PLUGGING STUFF AND GO PLUG A GREENLIGHTERS CALK!
