Hey @instagram, can someone tell me what happened last night? I've been on a 4 month adrenaline rush that I don't think I can wake up from any time soon. What seemed like yesterday I started ranting my ass of multiple times a day acting a damn fool. After spewing the most bar-none off the wall ramblings I've ever concocted over this innocent social media website, now I find myself having been kicked out of two homes consecutively, spending a short time homeless, a month in jail because I was boosting through cars (the official charge was that, and I quote "ate half a bar of granola" yada yada) and then went on a rampage smashing windows causing thousands of dollars in property damage. I can honestly say the first crime saved my ass in the end, and where in the fuck would I have ever found those words being formed in any plain ass slip of imagination going through this half gingers soul? I had always imagined is spend a night or two in the tank over something stupid. But that was fucking rad and beyond worth that time, worth every second of that 30 days. I was a fucking looney that was talking to myself for days at a time when I first got there. Now I'm sitting here looking back on the past few I'm wondering how in the ever living fuck did my psychotic rants get me here? It's been a time that movies are written on.
That was a fucking blast. What's next?