Morphine & Cigarettes (Discontinued, for now.)

Morphine & Cigarettes

Hi, so this I guess is going to be a pretty long and drawn out story of my life. My name is Aleks, I live with my best long term friend Julianna, or Jules for short. She's 19, and I'm 20. Great. I'm to her a "Flamboyant homosexual hipster", but in actuality I'm at the least most subconscious to my flamboyance. She's just a badass that doesn't take bullshit and is a major fangirl within.

Anyways, the title of this book.. I'm a long time smoker, it's like my thing since 7th grade. Yeah, and you're just going like "wow, that's original. They have never smoked in their lives until recently I bet."

You're wrong if you're honking like that. Completely to be exact, it was practically my destiny or in my blueprints of my life to smoke. Everybody smokes in my family. Everyone. And I guess it's a little good for me cause im living in the modern age and I've got these water vapor crap things.

(Although up to my freshman year in Highschool I did smoke real cancer sticks.)

And the morphine part. Well, I've gone to the doctor/hospital billions of times. Just recently I got out and I could barely remember why. Too drugged up. But I'm legitly addicted to Morphine. And I wish I could just have it at home sometimes. I have a ton of issues but morphine is just a psychotic one.

Jules is visiting family up north in washington state right now do its just me in our big ass house. We actually live in this house in the middle of a field, it's all log and wooden on the outside and half painted. Ive been trying to get outside but I've been busy with blogging and work.

Work as in art and paperwork, I'm an at home artist in our awkward studio. The cool thing is that we're both on the same boat with art but I just got more into it I guess and got paid money. I go to a lot of my showings but hidden under glasses and black clothing and sometimes. Nobody has ever seen my face, but if somebody talks to me inappropriately at the showing I tell them I'm the owner of all the work.

They look like they've pissed their pants after I tell them; it's pretty funny but I feel a bit praised over for it. It's pretty great.

Now back to our house, we actually have a few diffrent room all cluttered with some badass prints of my art and just really, really cool furniture/junk. We have two bedrooms, two "dressing rooms" (they're more like walk in closets. Mine is upstairs and here is downstairs.), we have a big game room, living area and obviously enough, a kitchen and dining room.

I find our house pretty spacious and nice though. And I really wish we still had two other people living with us. Our friend Kailee kinda left us to go to college in Ohio, and then my Sister just wanted to go home. She got tired of us, a 10 year old tired of awesomeness? That's really strange.

I feel pretty scared and lonely though in the house, way too big for a moderate twig like white boy that's weak as hell. And also is pretty damn scared of almost anything, even napkins more so. And don't get me onto explaining why. It's a bit shuddering.

But the reason is to why it's like that is cause we live in the middle of a field, like I said before. And well, we aren't that close living to people. The closest person is about a forth of a mile down the road. And that's pretty far to me. And it's really freaky if you hear knocking at the door. To me at the most it is and god it's really wimpy of me when I don't even answer the door.

Look, I have to get back to my newest piece of artwork. I'll tell you whenever I finish it about my family and home life. Maybe even my past if I have time left for me...

Yours,

Aleks.