dawn

staring up , at a hotel ceiling..

This level of maturity, this level that I have reached after years and years,( shit jokes and purposefully offensive chatter aside..)

I only know a few things,a few simple things. But the things I know, I “feel” to be true. So I might be wrong, but the sentiment rings true…to me.

“don’t bother people”— just don’t,, such a simple rule. It doesn’t mean to be afraid of engagement, but for fuck’s sake, don’t bother people.

“wasting time is a cardinal sin”—- so ayways, I had this itch on my nutsack today,and it was Wilmington humid out, so my nutsack is just resting in a swamp and all these people are standing around,,, it’s not socially acceptable to launch your hand down your pants and satisfy an itch,, so I used a drill bit, because I was squatting and no one could see ,,,just a little brush of a Phillip’s extension bit,, you see, I utilized a tool to facilitate a need,,,like a clever monkey,,,….this younger generation isn’t going to have that old knowledge. Hands on. Effort, hunger and interest… I was lucky enough to have a few old-timers… they saw that I gave a shit and they gave knowledge..I am forever grateful…. that shit is dying,man.

This whole world is changing and it’s scary… to be fair, it needed to change… but what is and what it will become…mmmmmm…… “fear” is what would come to someone else. But I’m aware. I’m very familiar with the transient…thoughts moods, people.we’re always changing… I’m glad things change. I hope they get better,, I think people can help on a global level and a personal level… it’s just jarring.. to see things change so much…..

Anyways, the drill bit worked and my groin itch was remedied.. thanks for your time 🤣