telling the truth

truth number one: My sister gave me like a 40 mil of adderall at club mansion
truth number two: I just arrived home after a night of serious clubbing
truth number three: I cannot sleep and I smell like cigarettes.
truth number four: new york city is beautiful in the early morning.

I'm not sure how to understand the happenings of my life but I do know I haven't written in this in soooo long and its time to start up again. I met a man named Tito and I do not know where my sister and my cousin went once we got in the house because I ran upstairs so Judy (Mom) would not notice that I didn't get home till now, now. ?. Where was I? Political conversations ran at an all time high tonight and I don't know what to believe but all I know and all I was taught to know is that Obama is for change.

Nothing makes sense.

It all makes sense because it never made sense.

All I even wanted to do is create.

My ears are ringing like an orcestra at its highest note, like the surround sound system noise before a motion picture.

all
at
once.

And all i can say is that i met a man with the greatest haircut of all mankind
and I said this:
"your hair is amazing"
and he said this
" thank you, I'm going to tell my mom you said that."