I got robbed at gunpoint by two 16 year olds today. They ran up on me and one dude punched me so I jumped off my skateboard, at which point they made me get onto the ground and held a gun to my head. Then they made me give them all of my money, car keys and my shitty phone. On the bright side they did take a break from telling me that they were going to kill me to tell me they liked my tattoos. I’m gonna start carrying my flail mace.
when I saw this in the morning, I secretly hoped that some 16 year old was getting the absurd messages I was sending you last night.
got a flight to Miami for Bruise Cruise today. 69 days (tehe). Officially road tripping to Austin for New Years with Star. Boats, brews, best buds and most importantly sunshine! It’s gonna be a gewd winter <3
I’ve got the Santa Ana’s blowing by in one ear, Karen O. crooning in the other. It’s my first time experiencing these winds. Walking outside like this reminds me of that time standing in a voodoo shop in New Orleans and realizing the tips of my fingers felt different. There really is something in the air. I believe in a lot of things. I believe in everyone’s God but my own, I believe in my own ability to manifest, I don’t believe in ghosts, though. Once you’ve been healed by the human hand and heart, nothing is sacred. I keep having this daydream about dumping a cup of sand on your head and telling you it’s for helping me believe in yet another impermanant thing. I’m usually so good at this; fuck. I wish I could stop sending you art (I can do anything). The other day, I took so much adderall I forgot that Butthead always wears the same shirt and for a minute I got excited we were both donning AC/DC. I don’t know what the rush is, but I’ll probably try to catch an early flight home after work today. I like having such an unsteady job, it helps me remember not to care about money. I think despite the magic of it all, these winds are blowing me home. New York wins once again.