What's up world. I'm happily pouring my self of Kenya coffee right now :) The day is April 15th and there are only two weeks of classes remaining, causing me too churn in anticipation.
I'm listening to the song "Breakeven" right now. It's no doubt one of the best mid-to-late spring songs in the industry. It's the kind of song I'd enjoy listening to on the ride down to the cabin for the first time of the season. Blasting the Script as Karen and I breeze past Worldport and leave the the depressing south-side of Louisville behind us as we approach calm, blissful relaxation. The drive would be filled with smiles and bright thoughts of the future; Miami, Summer, money, whatever the season brings. And it would only be interrupted by a stop to eat.
Of course this cabin-season will be altered slightly by the new addition of my motorcycle into my family of cool shit. Now instead of riding with a date or family I'll be riding solo down the twisty fun country roads in the saddle of my ballistic missile. Dodging potholes on I-65 it will be replaced with smelling the aroma's of a worry-free environment. Fresh cut grass on a hot sunny day, or sweet juicy honeysuckles after a cooling rain. After whizzing through the hills for two hours I'll roll up on my destination and allow time to slow down. I can put my feet up on the balcony and enjoy the noises of the forest while I light a fine cigar and crack a cold beer. And if I'm just damn lucky enough, I will have my sweet girlfriend or a good bro to enjoy the atmosphere with.
Be right back I have to pee. I have to work fucking safecats in like 20 minutes so I'm caffeinating up. With that comes urination.
I still am in desperate need of going to the zoo hammered with my friend Doug. I simply can't wait. After a cool 8 months separated from my best friend, I now further appreciate why he is in fact my best friend. He and I are both trendsetters. We see things that others don't, and often times we can take that and by method of example allow others to see what they couldn't before. For example, Doug and I both see the magic and immense fun in things like freestyle scooter riding, letting our beats pound, and especially Pokemon.
Pokemon is perhaps the most mentally entertaining set of ideas I've ever been exposed to. Pokemon is similar to other standard videogames or fantasy worlds such as World of Warcraft, Grand Theft Auto etc. But the thing about almost every other instances of off the wall fun in a counter-universe is that they include stress, and leave out the innocence. The objectives of shit like World of Warcraft and Grand Theft Auto is often a challenge to the point it's stressful. The fun involved is task based, much like real life.
But Pokemon is different. The principals guiding you through your Pokemon universe are things like friendship, adventure, and the cliche that "as long as you had fun and did your best you win :)." The innocent Japanese culture has completely been slingshot their ideals into Pokemon to the point where, as an American, it's completely fun. Especially as kids, we need more shit like Pokemon to keep our imagination working for us stressed out dumb-fuck Americans.
I'm completely ready for this term to end. Not that it's any longer than I expected or than it needs to be, I'm just stuck in a sunshine state of mind now that there are leaves on the trees again. I don't mind waiting. I don't mind biding my time and chilling while the clock runs out. Honestly it's perfectly fine. I'm not depressed or anything or feel like I'm stuck. I'm not over-stressed about it. I'm really just like the guy from Office Space. Save the fact the I'm getting rewarded for my efforts, I get to just watch as people who have much worse lives than me continue making their life harder because of their stressful ways. While people lock themselves in the library for nights on end and pop amphetamines to get them through the term with a 2.7 GPA, I just watch them from a shady tree while I sip some bold coffee and listen to music native to Key West.
And I enjoy it. Until next time...
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