So my ruca is taking creative writing...

[maszac]

aaaahhhh... marijuana...

lemme just throw something down for you.


my room reeks of dank
because my pockets cant hold it,
ifa bitch doesnt get then
imagine the kids, shit...


wait, wait. I got a paper to write...

First, music, mistro...




A weekend in Belton, a few blunts smoked the night before, and a dinner with the mother left me in a whole pile of homesickness. Like I stepped right into a big steamy load of homesickness. Stuck to my shoe, like some poo. I thought,"How the fuck am I gonna get this shit off?" Apparently, it wasn't my job to do that.

The ride down was a bit flattering. It was probably way to earlier. At least for me, but I had no choice to be awake or not. But she acted as if it was completely... accepetable... almost expected. At least I had some one to text, as I punched my dead leg. But that girl can make the worst mood dissapate. That video had me grinning like a toddler on Halloween. Didn't let go of that phone like it was his bag of treats.

With such a hearty breakfest, how could the day go sour? Exactly my point, sir. Old friends, old families, old habits, and a acoustic guitar led to something amazing. Magical night filled with 11 years of experience in the conjuring of. This is where I stepped in the spit. After dinner, I was laying overwhelmed by the thought I don't call this place home when "Picture Message Recieved" flashed my half close eyes.

When visiting, a few "meh" ideas prodded my idea maker. It all seemed to easy. It was right under my nose. Just an illusion. My head spun like a god damn wheel when I saw that picture. This is where I stepped into the shit. Homesickness overwhelmed me, washed over like a high tide. This weekend in Belton, a few blunts smoked the night before, and a dinner with the mother left me in a whole pile of homesickness.


The ride back was one of excitment. Still fuzzy from all those jolly hugs of loved ones. These people were my existence. And becoming growingly more giddy by the mile. Only been a few days but that was long enough for me. I had to go get help scrapping this shit off my shoes.