December 5, 2011

from my base camp to yours

dear at first diary,

if at first you don't succeed, try hitting someone and try again. ima do what i enjoy best, enjoy the ride. somewhere between here and there i am still trying to decide what face success is showing today. i didn't see many lucky faces at the homeless shelter when i dropped off a bunch of shit we didn't and weren't going to need anymore, but then you never know, one of those people i saw may use their last three quarters, two dimes and five pennies to buy a lottery ticket and win 11 million dollars on wednesday... pearl harbor. that would blow the lid off a poverty stricken homeless piece of shit life. is it worth it? if you have everything and you have nothing, what good is it to have anything? giving all that stuff away felt good because the stuff that wasn't ours came from people who didn't deserve it.