I go to car

this is what my car looked like during my trip.

coupons.

bottles.

wires and wires and wires.

journal.

cds.

books.

ipod, of course.

and loads of crumbs.

 

time.

time is running out.

I want to see australia, new york, south africa.

I'm gonna learn guitar. I'm gonna write songs. I'm gonna date girls I've been keeping on the sidelines. I'm gonna start painting. I'm gonna pay off my credit card. I'm gonna fix my car. I'm gonna live.

 

I haven't been living.

I know you're thinking "what the fuck jeff, you're breathing, you're doing shit, you're alive"

 

there's a difference between living, and being alive.

 

we're all fucking alive.

but are we all living?

I think not.

 

I've been sititng here, saying things, talking my mouth away.

 

but acting?

 

going out there and doing it?

 

no.

 

it's time I do that.

 

and yeah, life's gonna throw me huge curves, but it's nothing I can't deal with.

 

I'm ready for you life, I've been trying to run as far as possible from you the past few years but what's the point in running? you know where I sleep.

 

I go to car.

 

 

 

Done