recurring dream. that hand felt the same.

stage 1/2/3 - spring (concert band!)

stage 2/3/4 - summer (bipolar times with frenchy)

stage 5/6 - fall/winter (mello/upcoming drum majoring)

rinse&repeat

still always love it

wasted days, empty nights.

islands don't get smaller.

those blues make rusted steel reverberate like

how waits' bourbon-soaked vocal cords rumble a

backside's vertebrae

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nikes grind against the

electric sidewalk, illuminated under the fox tower neon

cobalt shades in the air

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couples brewing around

friday evening buzz, a caramel harmony of

'let's go back to my place' and

'how was your week'

"inebriated and swimming in peanut butter"

hardest thing? deleting old text messages..

if you're happy and you know it,

performed in walt disney concert hall. that was cool.

gladys knight and the pips (and a cameo from bebe winans and gladys' brother bubba) just put on the show of a lifetime at the hollywood bowl. boy, was that great. bubba doing al green's 'let's stay together' and of course, that 'midnight train to georgia' was groovin' along. and couldn't have shared it with anyone better, those kind of conversations on the bus back about life and growing up and all the big things that make me feel still feel like a kid sometimes looking at the big, wild, scary world out there. everything was in perspective and wow, life's rich. evenings at the bowl are summer.

one republic and a strong, strong brew of green tea. strong.

one of my goals for the latter half of this year - smart punctuality. for everything.

made of 17k recycled ny times

i lie spread-eagle in the space between my mattress and bed frame. it's a pressured kind of vulnerability. either the bed frame or i will break first.

"you know, sometimes you just need to tell that first horn, 'fuck you!', and show 'em where that downbeat is."