Chapter Two: Exodus

There comes a time in everyone's life where you have to pick up the pieces and move on. I believe that I have reached one of those junctures. If I end up relapsing and not being able to move on, I know for fact that it will ultimately risk my happiness and sanity. The saying where one's professional success comes at the cost of their personal success could not apply more to me right now. I feel that all I have offered in terms of friendship, companionship, and loyalty has been rendered meaningless and that is a huge ego-crusher.
Right now, the fork in my path is one surrounded by fog. I've made choices, but they were not independently done. My choices were made based on other people's actions, and now more than ever, I am making choices that will benefit me.
I'll being hitting the road next summer.... It will likely be a road trip to California. That's insane I know, but it will liberate me and I know that I'm not running away from anything, I'll be running toward life. When I mentioned this to my mother she asked why. I told her it was a trip of a lifetime. She then reminded me that I have already been on a trip of a lifetime, when I went to Europe 3 years ago. I just figure that my trip to Europe was in my last lifetime, and I've changed so much since then... I've found myself in a different time in my life. A different lifetime.

When it comes down to it I know that the family and friends (at least the true friends) will still be on the same wavelength as me regardless of where I am situated geographically. As sad as it is to admit it-- "There's always Facebook!"

There isn't too much that can happen in the next year to change my mind. Barring some catastrophic event or the inclusion of somebody that can drastically change my life, I'm California-bound, a goal of mine that was set years ago.
It would be awesome to be able to achieve that goal. It'd be one of the few things I could cross off my bucket list. I figure I have some time left.

Peace&Love

BustedTees - The Original Octabong

The Original Octabong

Quite possibly the greatest party accessory available besides the outrageous party going friend, this Octabong (haha get it??) will bring you closer to your friends as you all backwash one another's saliva, and if you're lucky vomit. $45 seems like a decent price, and if this thing catches on, we will definitely see this in Old School Dos.....

Waiting...

A coma might feel better than this, 
Attempting to discover where to begin.
You're weighed down, you're full of something.
Of sickness, and desertion.
You're weighed down, you're full of something, 
You're underneath it all.

So say goodbye to love, 
And hold your head up high.
There's no need to rush
We're all just waiting, waiting to die.

Hoping a better place is all I need, 
With moments of innocence and mystery.
Oh, it's the little things you miss.
Like waking up all alone.
Oh, it's the little things you miss, 
When you're underneath it all.

So say goodbye to love, 
And hold your head up high.
There's no need to rush
We're all just waiting, waiting to die.

All your friends seem like enemies
When you're broken down and empty.
All your friends seem like enemies
When you're broken down and empty.

So say goodbye to love, 
And hold your head up high.
There's no need to rush
We're all just waiting, waiting to die.