I forgot about Rocky Votalato, and about She & Him (the manic pixie dream girl stigma aside…) . I can’t forget about coffee. I can’t forget my grandfather and the advice he used to give me so readily with a sly grin and a wink. Somedays are better than others and somedays don’t even feel real and that’s perfectly okay. The bad has to come in order to experience the good or something along those lines I think. Ernest Hemingway is a womanizer and a bad role model but I kind of enjoy the way his words flow together on paper. I am a grown man who occasionally has trouble expressing how he truly feels, mainly when angry or upset with something. I can express affection, desire, etc always. This can be difficult sometimes, but it is the most suitable and acceptable difficulty life has to offer. I could be hungry, or a Christian, or I could be discriminated against or homeless. I’m too blessed to be stressed. I am young, healthy, in love, and supported fully. It is 8:30 AM and I am going to ride my skateboard to the grocery store to get an avocado. Thank you jesus and the angels and satan and my friends.