Life is big, real big. How's a kid supposed to figure shit out in this world of flashing screens and hot asphalt. All I ever wanted was to do the right thing, be a good person and I figured happyness would follow. Everything I knew as a boy has been turned on it's head. I guess that's what becoming a man is all about. The world isn't about happyness, goodness, badness or love. It's about paying bills on time and just going through another day without killing yourself. It's about lieing to yourself just enough so that you don't mind untill it's too late. It's about corporate drones, and small by the cooler. It's about drownign your sorrow in booze and sex till you don't know your unhappy let alone why you're unhappy. We keep fighting the unhappyness liek it's some kind of cancer. But maybe theres a good reason to be unhappy.
I'm rambling. I'm tired. I'm drunk on too much life and not enoguh substance.
They'res got to be something more though. Something more than this stainless steel distopia there offering me.
I can hear the birds singing.
The sun will be up soon.
There is still hope.