Journal it all.

Well it is 306 am saturday. I am no longer in west Hollywood. I moved from roberts to christines for ten days. then to a hotel for a week crack head hotel ran by an Indian guy. there were bugs int he fucking room. it smelled terrible. i liked being at christines. i was comfortable there. i fucked that up. i got drunk and acted retarded. before that i didint tell her i was leaving and she called when she found out i was gone. on the voicemail she left i could tell she was pretty upset. then august 8th i moved into a house in the valley. Big mistake that was . Little did i know there are 20 people living in this house now. I am sharing a bedroom with 5 other dudes. Chaz a singer/actor. JC a comedian/actor. Mike is a whacked out musician. Ricardo is an illegal alien. Robert and his wife. Some old Argentinean people. Justin and chenoa are junkies. Rick is an old guy who paints numbers on sidewalks in front of houses. Niki is a special effects make up artist. Tamara is a weird Jew lady. Norman never says a fuckin word. hes the wierdest of all. i am moving to north hollywood in sep. im gtonna stay in some ladies living room for 300 bucks a month for a few months. them i am going to move back to west hollywood. fuck the valley.

something i just wrote.

I wake up every morning
2000 miles from home
i keep asking god
what the hell have i done wrong.
i feel I was delt
a pretty lousy hand.
i always feel like
im running down the beach in wet sand.



a women i knew i loved
stomped on my heart
I couldnt handle it
and fell all apart.
i got back up
dusted off my pants.
got my shit together
made my head make perfect sense.


I take the back road
a path not many take.
i always remind myself
everytime i wake.
i do my best work
with my back against the wall.
i bounce back up
everytime i take a fall.
Its a long shot
ill give my sweat and tears
im gonna give it all ive got
gonna squash all those fears.


Ive been greasy the
past six years.
didint try to get out
was held back by my fears.
I was left alone
Thoughts all to myself.
Had time to pull
my dreams off dusty the shelf.
im pretty stubbord
my head is very thick
you can say what you want
to me but i wont give a shit

I take the back road
a path not many take.
i always remind myself
everytime i wake.
i do my best work
with my back against the wall.
i bounce back up
everytime i take a fall.
Its a long shot
ill give my sweat and tears
im gonna give it all ive got
gonna squash all those fears.