dreamers..

rockbottom..

fuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkk..

i think i just hit rock bottom.. no drugs, no alcohol. just ive been across california so many times ive been in so many cars.. so many different couchs.

so many different people. im at a loss of words.

late nights and early trips to LA. early flights.. last minute flights.

 moped rides by moonlite, drives to SF and wandering around the vast nothingness of the exits that you always wondered where they lead too. roads less travelled.

flosstradamus at warehouses, with a million moped maniacs. pushing broken peds many miles to my house. fixed gear rides with me gusta. drive down to SD and yaking on the 5 freeway in the middle of nowhere as trucks drive by honking..

drives to LA being in south central looking for resources.. having the car towed and walking around LAs slums..

fuckkkkkkkkk

come find me and hold me or something.. ima lost soul