In dust three, Ill be one cause you are mine....

School is coming in for a summer landing. It starts Monday. April is over and May is about to begin. Busy month. Mass expansion on my part. I've internalized a few of my goals and now I'm ready to pursue them. The ball is in my court, I know where I want it to go. I'm having fun doing what I love. I still think about the taxi though, when I pass a Barrel on the street. It's also a reminder of what the real world is. The type of reminder that criminals get every time they set their eyes on a cop. The taxi showed me how to run a successful business and what business really is. It was legitimate, taxes and all that stuff. I learned about income that way. I look back at all the kids I grew up with and I don't see very much. Probably because I didn't stay in contact with too many people. The ones I do see are still where they were in high school. They never had their stint with cross continental drug addiction. They never had any real adventures, they just sat in Edmonton. Some ran to Van, what a dump full of yuppies. No one I knew did anything with themselves. I got fucked, got a girl pregnant, and became a good dad. It's the best thing that could have ever happened to me. If it wasn't for my Sun I would be dead. It's cool, a tinny life saver. Hey I could be a fat a crappy wedding shooter lol. I guess time will tell if my dreams will pan out, but life is so unbelievably un- fucking predictable.