depreciation they claim

First

Life has been full of ridiculous adventure.

It seems I'm finally doing shit a kid my age should be doing, going out at 3 am to watch street races and running through public parks at all hours to avoid cops who call it trespassing. Trampling around tourist towns climbing rocks and statues  and running out of gas in a fucking field at 1 am. I feel my age, I'm glad.

I like being able to just dick around, it's fun and happy and careless and I don't take anything seriously for once. The summers coming and I'm feeling better. No lonely nights in the bath anymore or wallowing during snowstorms. I'm out and free and looking and it's fucking fun.

I'll be on my own in two months.

It's loaded to think about but I'm getting all this crazy shit in before I have to own up to it. It's been nice. It will continue to be nice.

I'm hosting a house show tomorrow, should be fun. Kids that are too indie for me crowding my garage and singing one liners about wizards. Not to mention the April fools day shenanigans, I mean are you even human if you don't pull a prank tomorrow?

Happy April. This month will be foolish as the first implies, and I'm ecstatic about being eccentric.