word to yo motha

August 20, 2004. A day I will never forget. I left the safe haven of my parent's house to be on my own in my brand new apartment. I was fresh out of high school and a summer that was unparralleled to any before it, so naturally the groundwork was set for me to make a fuck up of my life. The fact that I become a lazy piece of shit doesn't come in until about two months into my stay at my new dwelling.

I was a studious student, doing all of my homework when I needed to, and getting to bed at somewhat of a decent hour. However, somewhere along the way I managed to fall into a pattern of complete awesomocity, in which my life was totally righteous until I became sick about a week ago. My pattern of drinking and staying up until morning for weeks and weeks finally caught up with me in a sore throat, fever, splitting headache, and an attitude adjustment towards the complete opposite end of the educational spectrum. I skipped classes for a week and a half, which is just swell since I have mid-terms just around the corner.

But from all of this slacking has come some much needed sleep and a new appreciation for unemployed people. That's the life right there. Living off of unemployment compensation checks, and doing nothing all day. Fuck, I could do it. I don't give a shit if I live in a snazzy 'ol apartment, as long as I have a roof over my head and a fridge for beer I am a happy camper.

But that's about all I have to say about that. So im going to go and continue to fuck up my college education by being a lazy piece of shit drunk ass kid. But isn't that what college is about? Eh. I can't remember, but take my advice and... um... yeah... drink more beer it saves water.

Peace Beyatches,