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Kevin Miller 

The road to bullet proof and whatever the fuck life has rolling this way. Social anxiety can be a bitch and a back injury doesnt make it any easier. Any of you forget about me yet?:)

Wassup Instafam it's been a minute, dude isn't doing so well with this injury right now. Factors (only currently) beyond my control have me backed in to a corner and it is getting the best of me trying to get through this. I haven't even realized that it's gotten as bad as it has despite trying to get it cleared up, I'm doing my best to keep things in check but I'm pretty fucking scared right now. I'm not gonna go in to detail on that right now. Some may like to think I'm about at the end of my run and it some times feels like it in a sense, but this entire real life thing is still pretty new to me and it's literally a do or die trying moment. It's a blessing and a curse, moreso a curse now having people know who the fuck you are before saying a word to them, see warranted expectations. Despite how fucking scared I am of these colliding factors I still have to push through and prevail, send me some good voodoo. This cat is still flying solo in a one step forward two steps backwards journey of life. I've really been wondering how I've made it this far to begin with but now it's time to own up to things. Youre witnessing the process of a boy becoming a man, turning a dream to reality and sometimes it's painful how much I have to learn about myself and the world right now. Don't stop a young fire before it has a chance to rage. I wouldnt be surprised if some of you are well aware of what im already saying but I have a minute and that is my state of the union. Peace love and tacos yo, good wishes to you all and don't be weighed down by yourself. Fight it, push through it. Where you are tomorrow and the day after is what matters. Not the grips of today.

Waiting for the sky to call, couldn't ask for better weather

Just what has ShredBeard been up to lately? That's about it

Talk about gritty in the motherfucking nitty. Ever sacrificed almost entirely what you know of your revolving life to focus entirely on whatever it is you're dedicated to? It's almost like a one man world tour with zero fucking money that goes nowhere but the living room. I like to think that something good will come out of all this, but I've pushed myself so fucking far in this direction it feels like I'm just floating in a rock and roll void millions of miles from home barreling in a crash course to wherever I'm headed, whatever and wherever that is. My two only friends in the world it seems are Pringle (beggin ass bitch) and Felix the kitty Kat. He fly af tho. It's not like life was really all that spectacular before the beef hit the blades, and as much of a nowhere-bound adventure it's been the uncertainty is a bitch and a half. Nowhere to go other than here and what feels like not a soul to talk to. I've got these fellas at least. It could be much worse and I try to be thankful for everything I have but when you hustle 16+hrs a day, pushing to the point of utter exhaustion and your "boss" (I don't know wtf to call it) is a fucking irresponsible drunk child that drinks every fucking dollar damn near down the drain it's easy to feel wayward and that all the sacrifice has been for nothing. You know what? I've made it this far and it's not like there's anywhere else to go. I do not have a 9-5 soul and this is the only thing in life I know to and how to do. I suck at keeping a steady job, I don't tolerate other people's BS well. Hopefully this shit pans out. It's fucking weird having this Instagram acct and not having a clue how many people stalk you while you get literally zero interaction in return. It's a fucking journal if anything, I don't have anyone to talk to so I might as well do it here. The things we do in the quest for love and acceptance can be baffling at times.
Yes I'm still working on what I've said I am. Being a perfectionist with a (currently) dysfunctional voice slows down the process a bit. Hey guess what. Time to practice some more. Woo fucking hoo. Eat shit @Instagram:)

The things we do for our children. Sorry. Separation anxiety gets the better of me when dude is months behind on rent and spends all the money being a bitch at the bar. I sure love being the babysitter of a drunk.

Spend hundreds a week at the bar on skanks that won't fuck you (I fucking wonder why) and have me rat chasing $10 across town. Fucking punk bitch every time you take a shot, which you just took several you reek of shit, BO and booze. BO and shit, not just BO. Not to mention how much of a nervous bitch you act like. I would say are, but hey I don't want to offend a sensitive bitch.

Pardon me for not giving a flying fuck about a dumbass drunk scug bitch that can t get a personal life together, has no perception of the bigger picture and struggles with words like 'particular' and 'individual'

If you don't look down then you will never know how high you fly.

Well how bout them titties. My pops swooped through the house today, I guess my grandpa on his side got me a bond or two before he passed and I just learned this today with a little breathing room. I've heard of plenty of people that get that breath of luck when they're about down and out, I figured I'd be shit fresh out of that luck but hey people work in mysterious ways. Then 20 mins after that my Greenback plopped on the front porch and now I can record guitar the right way. Bless the Kemp but I'm doing it with my own sound. I thank my new lucky hoodie.
Anyone got me on a QP for 8? I suck yo dick like I need the money.

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