I'm growing my shit until I get a job interview. The beginning:
Meager beginnings. It's hard for us white folk to grow good facial hair.
No Shave December??
I guess there's a new trend. Hop on the bus, for those of us that forgot to participate in No-Shave November... There's no shave December!
I'm growing my shit until I get a job interview. The beginning:
Meager beginnings. It's hard for us white folk to grow good facial hair.
I'm growing my shit until I get a job interview. The beginning:
Meager beginnings. It's hard for us white folk to grow good facial hair.
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Thursday, December 18, 2008
Smelling Better Days
I know this answer to this is probably no, but have you ever just smelled something that reminded you of better days? Random I guess.
Like, every time I smell someone smoking the green stuff, I don't even recognize it as marijuana. It just smells like my Jr. high best friend's house. I spent practically every day over there hanging out, burning green army men, making lame stop-motion videos, throwing shit off roofs, skating etc. But every time I went in their house it just reeked of this particular smell. Never did figure out what it was until long after me and my friend split ways and I was hanging out somewhere and someone lit up a joint. I finally realized my friend's parents were stoned out of their mind every single day.
Like, every time I smell someone smoking the green stuff, I don't even recognize it as marijuana. It just smells like my Jr. high best friend's house. I spent practically every day over there hanging out, burning green army men, making lame stop-motion videos, throwing shit off roofs, skating etc. But every time I went in their house it just reeked of this particular smell. Never did figure out what it was until long after me and my friend split ways and I was hanging out somewhere and someone lit up a joint. I finally realized my friend's parents were stoned out of their mind every single day.
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008
2009
The new year approaches. Looming ever so... loomy. What does the new year old for us? For me? For thee?
Hopefully for me it is the beginning of a new life of non-poverty. No longer will I have to steal food and borrow cars. No longer will I have to sleep, shivering in a bedroom barely big enough to fit a bed and a desk. Hopefully it means not having to decide between paying the rent and paying the credit card.
As of late I've been in a bit of a lull. Working ridiculous hours for a ridiculous wage at a ridiculous company in Santa Monica. As always, I'm the hardest worker and the lowest paid. I have this weird work ethic. No one here works harder then they have to, only lifting a finger when absolutely necessary. It's sort of funny, until the wave of pressure from upstairs crashes upon my weathered shores and I'm left standing there with a measuring cup to catch the wave.
Analogies. Ride the snake.
Hopefully, by this time next month, I'm sitting pretty as the sole producer of multimedia content for a pretty substantial player in the drifting community. Hopefully the next year means traveling around the country, doing what I love to do.
Smelling burnt race fuel.
Tasting rubber particles in the air.
Getting tremendous sunburns and heat exhaustion.
Nearly getting hit by race cars just to get that pivotal shot.
Hopefully.
Otherwise I'm gonna blow up the world.
Hopefully for me it is the beginning of a new life of non-poverty. No longer will I have to steal food and borrow cars. No longer will I have to sleep, shivering in a bedroom barely big enough to fit a bed and a desk. Hopefully it means not having to decide between paying the rent and paying the credit card.
As of late I've been in a bit of a lull. Working ridiculous hours for a ridiculous wage at a ridiculous company in Santa Monica. As always, I'm the hardest worker and the lowest paid. I have this weird work ethic. No one here works harder then they have to, only lifting a finger when absolutely necessary. It's sort of funny, until the wave of pressure from upstairs crashes upon my weathered shores and I'm left standing there with a measuring cup to catch the wave.
Analogies. Ride the snake.
Hopefully, by this time next month, I'm sitting pretty as the sole producer of multimedia content for a pretty substantial player in the drifting community. Hopefully the next year means traveling around the country, doing what I love to do.
Smelling burnt race fuel.
Tasting rubber particles in the air.
Getting tremendous sunburns and heat exhaustion.
Nearly getting hit by race cars just to get that pivotal shot.
Hopefully.
Otherwise I'm gonna blow up the world.
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Sunday, December 14, 2008
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