As time goes on and people come and go it seems that things get harder. Harder to trust, harder to love, and harder to comprehend. But yet somethings never change, and ain't that the beauty of vices. I like to personally indulge in alcohol because the limitation of my motor skills and the inability to control myself really speaks volumes of the experience. Shit if all the great rock and roll icons do it why can't I. But shit isn't really complete without a hood cigarette pressed against your lips when the state of your wellbeing is hanging on by a threat. Something about the smoke hugging you makes you feel safe and content. As I look around and see bodies fading and people I saw as feeling betray me, there's just something that always keeps me going. Right I know that vices should be the nails in the coffin and the shift that de-rails you but in all honesty it seems to be the laugh that keeps the masses entertained . They my all be a bunch of rambling from someone who can't vocalize but shit that's why I like being unseen and never considered because it helps me reflect in what a shitty world we really live. So let's take a moment to really acknowledge what's killing us and what's just prolonging our eventual demise.
