bury my shell at wounded knee.

I got a concussion snowboarding. I lost my memory of that day and the previous two. All I had was my emotions. I felt so good. Life was good. I honestly now can say I know what vibes are... and yes, they are real. I didn't have a care in the world. Now, with school going on, and drama from my baby's mama, I wish I got hit on the head again.

I want to use this medium to thank Chad, aka Golden/ Soup. He nursed me back to health, while showing me how good he is at Super Nintendo and Ping-Pong. Thank you Chaddy. I love you. 

As for the picture, well, I guess I wanted to see what it would be like to be a white wannabe gangsta. It didn't last.