The last few months, have been nothing but a drug haze. Until now, a friend from high school (one of the very few I made my senior year down here) by the sheer rein of serendipity found me. Allow me to describe him. P, is a mohawk bearing, cheap tattoo'd, upbeat, wanderlusting, x-con, sublime bumping, creative brotha that is seemingly the male version of me as far as personality. We's two peas in a pod; he's cleaned up and sexy, I am cleaned up and sexy... yea bitches. The world seems to just throw money at us when we need beer and smokesssss. Let alone the fact that he helped me lay to rest my love affair of heroine and keeps me on my toes with his three lovely little girls.
Now, I laugh, life is one big joke really. The preconceptions that we carry around are trivial trash that prevents us from overtime changing our minds. This is the first time in my adult life I can do whatever the fuck I want (within the law slightly anwways). HERE I AM LIFE, THIS TIME I'M CHASIN' YOU INSTEAD OF YOU RUNNING ME OVER. Fuckin' finally! Hallelujah. I have a year to defer my student loans, unemployment checks coming, and a friends amped and ready to hit the open road. So here we go Bluelight friends and loves, anyone wanna share some couch space if I am in your state?
