monday – Ed Boy

Old School

Back to the old grind

Letting myself play, have fun, smoke, be healthy

Trying it again because that’s all we can do

Love to live but damned if you don’t die trying

Anger derived from fear does not detract that it is still anger

Thinking about how I’m lucky enough not to be as sad as I was, but present enough to know I’m still sad

Let’s just stop yelling at employees altogether, how ‘bout it?

God damn I feel bad for so many different reasons

Using words to reveal anger as a mask of sadness as a mask of shame

A shift between rigid and gaseous to promote impermanence and its beauty

Can’t believe I wrote about fucking stupid work and not my daughter’s first day of school

This little piggy is growing up too fast!

No news is good news until it isn’t

Puerto Rican man asking me to help him as an assistant

Sometimes I want them to be happy for what they have instead of bitter for what they don’t get

Such lovely vibes in the city evening

Love the taste, hate the cancer

Like I’m not even kidding they never leave the pool area

Growing as the grass

You scream, I scream, we all scream against arts and crafts