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cause we're only getting better.
we're not making this up,
so just write another letter, i'll be fine.
i think the jist of this whole chunk of my life. well, more specifically, lets say the past 6 months, have been sort of a regeneration. i've done and learned so much in the last while its boggling. i've finally had the time i havent had in such a while to slow way down. to remember how much barbeques and arguments and soccer and songwriting and family really mean to me. its been such a deep breath. the time i've had to sit and really think. to re-build some rather neglected relationships. i really feel like a son again, like a cousin again, like a friend again, like a lover again. there-in-lies the tragedy. come 3 weeks from now, it'll be back to the machine. the neverending rollercoaster of everything i've ever dreamed of. but its different this time. i can already tell. the first while away was good. it gave me a thicker skin. i don't feel the sting so much of countless thanksgivings and birthdays and camping trips missed. i get it. i accept it a little more. not to say that it doesnt still totally fucking suck. my little sister is getting married. cousin joely will be soon too. those are definatly things i won't miss. for the world. but i think its the little things too sometimes. the small surfing trips, the soccer games, (all my friends and our girls entered a soccer beer league. its great. all the other teams are super intense and at half times get super hectic speeches from their coaches. we don't even have a coach. at half time its "hey! good to see you! you changed your hair color!" "hey dude! i heard you moved!" "hey brandon, come pick up your cables at my house!" its the best thing ever.) i dunno. maybe i'm old fashioned. but that shit means so fucking much to me. i think maybe because its so real. i've had the opportunity to span a small chunk of the globe and witness how much of it is really just pure shit. cardboard towns and plastic people. i know there is good in the world. and the ammount of good people there are in this world would probably stagger me. i guess i'm only exposed to certain constituencies. i guess its also means i know where my heart is. i think its a stronger root than i thought. but lets not get too carried away. lord knows i cannot wait to stand up in front of the mob and show them what the fuck they've been missing all their lives. don't get me wrong. i've never been more passionate about anything in my life. music. it consumes me. i've got the balancing act pretty close to down. you can't work your balls off monday to friday if saturday and sunday aren't happy. and don't you fucking forget it.
this is barrenst crantsbridge reporting for chanel 6 news. put it in your fanny.
cause we're only getting better.
we're not making this up,
so just write another letter, i'll be fine.
i think the jist of this whole chunk of my life. well, more specifically, lets say the past 6 months, have been sort of a regeneration. i've done and learned so much in the last while its boggling. i've finally had the time i havent had in such a while to slow way down. to remember how much barbeques and arguments and soccer and songwriting and family really mean to me. its been such a deep breath. the time i've had to sit and really think. to re-build some rather neglected relationships. i really feel like a son again, like a cousin again, like a friend again, like a lover again. there-in-lies the tragedy. come 3 weeks from now, it'll be back to the machine. the neverending rollercoaster of everything i've ever dreamed of. but its different this time. i can already tell. the first while away was good. it gave me a thicker skin. i don't feel the sting so much of countless thanksgivings and birthdays and camping trips missed. i get it. i accept it a little more. not to say that it doesnt still totally fucking suck. my little sister is getting married. cousin joely will be soon too. those are definatly things i won't miss. for the world. but i think its the little things too sometimes. the small surfing trips, the soccer games, (all my friends and our girls entered a soccer beer league. its great. all the other teams are super intense and at half times get super hectic speeches from their coaches. we don't even have a coach. at half time its "hey! good to see you! you changed your hair color!" "hey dude! i heard you moved!" "hey brandon, come pick up your cables at my house!" its the best thing ever.) i dunno. maybe i'm old fashioned. but that shit means so fucking much to me. i think maybe because its so real. i've had the opportunity to span a small chunk of the globe and witness how much of it is really just pure shit. cardboard towns and plastic people. i know there is good in the world. and the ammount of good people there are in this world would probably stagger me. i guess i'm only exposed to certain constituencies. i guess its also means i know where my heart is. i think its a stronger root than i thought. but lets not get too carried away. lord knows i cannot wait to stand up in front of the mob and show them what the fuck they've been missing all their lives. don't get me wrong. i've never been more passionate about anything in my life. music. it consumes me. i've got the balancing act pretty close to down. you can't work your balls off monday to friday if saturday and sunday aren't happy. and don't you fucking forget it.
this is barrenst crantsbridge reporting for chanel 6 news. put it in your fanny.
posted by honest at 6:25 PM
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