Treetop Agenda

I found out today that I am the most akward person in the world when I'm by myself around people i hardly know. A funeral is a terrible place to learn this. Im sorry for the friends of mine who suffered a loss, but im also sorry for the people who dealt with the akward silence that i gladly provided.

Ive never really been one for conversation with strangers. I wish i was. i want to be that creep on the train that will talk about his bullcrap life like how he's saving up for a new monte carlo because he wrecked his last august coming home from his friend tony's housewarming party where he met this girl tina, and tried to impress her by driving like a retard and slid into a telepohne pole and broke tinas nose and she hasnt called since, but he thinks that if he gets a new car that she'd suddenly be interested again. Nobody could ever care less about this guys stupid life, but atleast he tries you know? i dont get past a hi, how are you.

Today I saw Paul Wagner the news anchor at the bayfront and considered pushing him in the water for not giving derek an autograph when he was 12.

And i decided to not wear shoes as much as possible.

And i also decided to write an autobiography called Neon Sex Wolf.

Jungle Beatz