On the 28th, about to become 28. What was I thinking when I shot this pic: life is about to get older in my shoes and under my watch, it's become a pretty hard road to pace with. I'm being underpaid at my job, there's not enough fucking around in BDC, my suit's been dirty for more than a month but I still manage to make it look like an almost brand new tux with a tie. Shit! I miss my mad days at my city, no limits beyond the places I use to roll. I'm fucked up but not on purpose.
Guess that's been my biggest mistake: comin' to a bigger city with no blueprint. I had some ideas in mind but the heat has gotten lower than I really expected. I'm still living far away from the my pitch. I hate to say it but now routine's taken over hammering my toenails sweetly. I wanna move to L.A. and sell my screenplays. I wanna write and make my stories worthy, word for word, character for character, being pennyless' fucking stressing me up.
Who cares? Gonna tell you who cares 'bout being on your ass: the people you are afraid of letting down. Ain't no defensive tackle on my blindside.
#VipersMilk #MyLeftSide #CounterCulture #TuesdayTandem #TuesdayTurmoil (at Bogotá, Colombia)
