Giving it Up.

Veganism.

Drug Free.

Biking.

Giving it all up.

The seasons are never what they used to be. My childhood dremas never came into fruition. There is no love, there is no sharing, there is only vanity, greed, commercialism, and my little brother enjoying our new Wii. Yes we got a game console, but its relevance is minute. 

Riverside. Whittier. A tale of two cities. Friends from different spectrums. Torn apart what should I do?...Fuck it homes, leave it all. Abandon it all like the those of my cultural history, running away from the fear of their past and the prospects of their future.

What a dilemma. 

Whittier friends want to see me eat meat and drink beer and smoke weed. Revert to my olden days of glory. Or misery.

Riverside friends embrace my ways of drug free living minus the meat. Its hard in both ways. Fuck i get enough shit for riding my bike and listening to Justice.

Maybe i should go skate and listen to Dahmer.

I hope someone in your family dies this Christmas.

part of me feels that way the other part wants to smile and be happy.

fuck my life.

but my life is good.

its not the worst.

I am a being of contradiction.

i lost my train of though