I woke up for school a little late this morning knowing it would be one of those days. It's really been one of those weeks where physical violence on another human seems like the only way of escaping your bad day that's been worse then the one before which was worse then the one before. Instead of catching a felony beef I usually find myself beating the feeling away, getting my nose deep in the books studying for my board examination, listening to music (in the winter Crowbar, Down, 7 Seconds, Sam and Dave are a constant), reading about motorcycles, or plotting the next way I can ruin my future with tattoo's. It's been a bleak start of the year. My only light ahead is schools almost finished then I get paid to cut hair, wedding date is looming, Europe tour so I can show those goons how a proper haircut is done, and my motorcycle is so close to being road worthy I can taste it.
