Slow Sunday morning, typically reflective, slightly sentimental. Burnt coffee creeps into my living room contrasting what Juicy J is rapping about. If all I blow is loud will bands truly make her dance? Questions I may never find an answer to anymore. And I wonder what inspired an ill spent youth? Skateboarding and rap music have been the ruin of many young men. Growing up in the age of the Pissdrunx , DJ Screw, sippin lean, cocaine and, pardon the expression, bitches, delinquency was mass marketed and glossy. I bought it, hook line and sinker without reading the fine print. Side effects may include but may not be restricted to; depression, anxiety, social isolation, low self esteem, financial ruin, delusions of grandeur, loss of morals and socializing with misdeviants.
Waking up in unfamiliar places with stab wounds or random women, having survived a minor drug overdose or narrowly avoiding incarceration was fun for a while and sure as shit made for some good stories but Dios mio, if that didnt shave a few years off my life. Sitting on my deck overlooking my garden with Mt. Doug in the distance, the caffeine slowly subsiding I sigh in relief to be here, to be present. Thankful for those misdeviants and the ability to look back and laugh.
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