Tragedy and concern...
03/03/2003 04:44 a.m.
Well I've been living up in the mountains for the last 3 months, and as every here agress.. Life on the mountain is hard... it's always a struggle for something.. be it money, a pack of smokes or just a warm place to take a nap.. but as the saying goes.. what doesnt kill you only makes you stronger.. so alot of Crown royal and various intoxicants have basically dulled me into this groove of work and play and waking up the next day.
My writing has suffered tremendously since I dont really have the inspiration or private space to just delve into my own space and create... I have been working on some new work, but really havent spent all the time I should just to sit down and put it in the computer...I've acually taken back to writing on paper.. which I never though would happen... but it seems whenever I go into my room to write a party always errupts at my house and I get distracted away from it, So I've found a book to be alot more portable and easily accessible for me to jot down my ideas...
I've met alot of new friends up here, some that I know I will proabbly talk to for the rest of my life. I've also met the shadiest underside of the mountain world can offer.. So many drug addicts up here, we call this place Blowshoe... You can look around and see the black circles and the ever present sniffle that screams cokehead. which leaves me to ask... Do you know the street value of this mountain? Sheesh.
I've got what they call Mountain Madness.. I just cant wait to get back to a place where people dont just sit around and get pissed everynight...
I wish I new how to convey the deepest feelings that dwell inside, but right now I have a thousand people walking behind me and reading over my shoulder.. so I might as well bid you all a good eve.. and catch you on the flip side..like it matters...
I am currently Bleh
I am listening to People bitch and moan