I'm remembering driving to my hockey games with my friend Chris while on my street, listening to Crash by Dave Mathews Band.

They recruited me onto the team because I was a "rollerblader" aggressive inline skater. the team got me all the hockey gear for me, it was all stolen. which i think was cool.

i remember going to one of the 3 denny's in bradenton. i had some serious conversations in those buildings. two of them are gone now. pity.

i remember scoring my first winning goal in a game. ima hero.

and now i think about not being able to drink every day.

i'm having dreams every night where i have to shoot someone to save my life but the gun jams, every time.

i'm thinking i'm gonna move once i finish my ATL training .

and i got high, and i lost faith in a melody, written for a girl when i had nothing left to hide and so i cried because i'm missing you, i'm missing florida, it.s a long way back from california.

i dont want to be "well" i just want to not hate who i am.

i need to meet a nice girl.(irony)