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Well, it's been awhile....
Hmm... lets see. I lost touch with alot of people around the beginning of and during 2001, so I'll start there. If you haven't seen me since then, I'm pretty much a completely different person. Alot of my old friends down here sold me out or stood me up one too many times, so I ended up meeting some people in my neighborhood and hanging out at the bandshell on Hollywood beach (which we eventually gave up thanks to all the cops). Through Cameo and Nora I met hundreds of really cool people (Half of the guys hated me at first, but now they're my best friends and roommates. They say they hate everyone at first). My friends are awesome people (the main group), and while the amounts of alchohol and weed that pass through this house in a week is pretty much ridiculous, and the things we do might be considered pointless and stupid, most people that hang out with us once become addicted. You'd kind of have to know us or something, I don't know how to describe us, except to say that movies like Fight Club and Jackass were inspired by people like us. Fuck it. Go see the movie Jackass. Aside from the gay shit, there's no better way of describing us than in that movie. Right now I'm sitting on the computer with yet another scar (got my eye busted open big time from getting punched and headbutted after my turn of giving Allen his birthday punches today. I'm gonna be scared when it's Adam's turn in December. We might have to bring the tazer and the tear gas out of retirement for that one). Looking around the room there's empty beer bottles on almost every flat surface of the living room and kitchen, which mostly came from the two empty 20-packs, three empty 12-packs, and one empty 6-pack sitting by the garbage can. The carpet looks like shit from all the spilled beer, bong water, and blood it's seen in it's day, and the vacuum cleaner is probably gonna get high again when I clean the house tomorrow. There's a Gamecube here in the living room with Soul Caliber 2 in it, a PS2 in Adam and Allen's room with Xenosaga in it, Everquest books on the desk in front of me, and since two days ago we now have a tv in every room of the house besides the bathroom and kitchen. The bathroom is taken care of by the beautiful Playboy twins, the kitchen.... fuck it. We eat in the living room. In the compartment above the tv I have pictures of my girlfriend who is really hot and for some reason really likes me. My only complaint is that she's constantly dragging me into the bedroom, away from my friends, and locking the door. This normally would be a good thing, but this girl is insatiable. In the past 6 months I've only cut myself twice (After the car accident, I've seen enough blood), and barely ever crack open my private notebook to write or draw the crazy shit in my head (which means that even though I'm still disturbed, I'm not AS disturbed as I used to be). I could look at my life right now and find as many good things as bad things, and so I think I'm probably doing better right now than I have in a long time. Or maybe I'm just in a good mood. CALL ME, WRITE ME, do something. I miss my friends.
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