It Started

I forgot how hard editing is … when you had a director who wasn’t the most organized. But it’s progress. Five different cuts of progress… Remember this mbaluk and ctwwang? One year later.

A lot of the things grownups told me when I was a little kid that I thought wouldn’t happen, is happening. Old class mates are having kids before 25, getting married before 25. People are going to school to become engineers, business people and whatnot. That mysterious air of whether or not people live up to their statements is thinning. It’s all going to vanish and I am going to react. I don’t know at all how it’s going to be, but I know that I like this constant unfolding. And so I understand a tiny fraction of what kind of world we live in.

man, come on. please get out of bed. I don’t even really like you, or know you too well. but my cousin told me all you do is get high everyday. Normally, for me, getting high everyday wouldn’t be that bad. But I know you’re doing it because you don’t know what you’re doing. Not everyone who smokes a spliff, or hits the bong, does not know what they’re doing. You’re sad. And you getting high makes you a depressing case. I hear you write poetry too. And that it’s really emo. That’s not you. Please don’t dwell on yourself. It’s not attractive or doing you or anyone else, good. Please get out of bed, and hit the club, and talk to ladies. If there’s not enough fish in the sea here, then leave. Motivate yourself… do something. She’s over you and she’s forgotten about you. Or just smoke cigarettes and write stories about kittens and rabbits and blue skies. Just flip yourself inside out. Something. Please.