you ain't never gonna shake this sense of sadness.

it seems that i'm posting at the oddest of times. here i am, wide awake at 9pm and eddie is to my right, passed out in his clothes.. complete with his air max's on. ben next to him.

looked through a lot of old pictures tonight and noticed how much i've changed. physically, i still look the same.. kind of. but jesus, i could remember what was going through at the exact time of each picture it felt like. i'm anxious for fall. i feel like a lot of promise is in the next months to come. minor & major changes. including one major trip to new york.

i want to move to new york in a year, by the way. and i'm going to.

we went to tennesee last weekend. eddie got his hair cut. and ben tried to get his rocks off with another boy boxer named mickee. pictoral events:



white trash.


it seems as though ben has issues with sitting directly on his bottom.


gorilla biscuits on the 20th. absolutely worst idea of my entire life. nothing but an entire room of fuck-up's, cigarette smoke, and the guy from righteous jam's terrible voice..





grillin' on the way to pick ourselves up some chic-fil-a #1's.


there's some entertainment at work.. at times.. [it's a wig]


most times.. it's this.


sitting like the perfect little gentleman he is.


date night. casa grande + butterfly effect.



currently.



it's still early. there's still some trouble to find somewhere.