Crazy Night Dontcha Think

Ontario was full of music.
No joke, it was to the point where i couldn't let go of Moses' guitar.

My pad watchin Green Street Hooligans...Kickback, taking it slow kickback.
(I personally want to move to Europe and fight along the GSE)
((Ha I type that as if it was a real firm))


Deja Vu all over again...apparently no surprise ay?


In other words...take it slow...
The feeling of guilt finally started seeping in gradually...because at first, it felt like a katana going through the center of my chest with a minor ache. Apparently I was so caught up with denying everything and making sure the conversation was wrapped up.
Apparently as the conversation ended, actually a harsh evaluation of my errors, the pain was like vhhhHHHOOOM! as if the katana was extracted from my chest in a swift motion without any further pain then the grew and was painful.
In addition more talking and talking which i of course had some good laughs.

Unfortunately, everyone is chillin, which is what i want to do...I'm saying this statement with a lot of fervor "which is what i want to do"
Some are racing/drifting...Always sometimes.

And as for me, I'M TYPING A BLOG! A FREKN BLOG!! A B-L-O-G, A BLOG!!!

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