Bad Company for the Business Man

We spend our days on our feet, treading to the end of the earth.
A backpack full of freedom not found in stores.
Generic two liters and cold ravioli feed our stomachs while our spirits always crave more.
A hunger that can only be continually fed, but never satisfied.

Because no cubicle could confine our imaginations, and no rule book could tell us our limitations, we dont fit inside the regulations, and i cant even count the number of ciatations... we've recieved just for doing what we do.
We live for months in our cars, get caught up staring at the stars, refuse to have a good time in bars, and wouldnt trade our stories and scars... for any amount of money.

Because a lifetime of memories is worth more than any paycheck.
I'd rather die with a head full of ideas than a pocket full of money.
I didnt meet my best friends in business meetings or cocktail parties,
but in an underground community where we all share the same struggles.
Not just struggles to feed ourselves, but struggles to avoid being manipulated by a society that cares more about an image than ones self worth.
Society that is dictated and oppressed by the power of money.


I'm thankful every day for the people ive chosen to surround myself with. The small handful of you know who you are, and know how much i value your friendship. You keep me from turning into the worthless pile of crap i would be if it werent for you putting silly ideas in my head. But its those silly ideas that burn with passion within me, and id rather be passionate about a seemingly worthless dream than to settle for a 9 to 5 job.


sorry i got so serious,
-tyler