This is exactly what I'm supposed to be doing at this exact moment. I can feel destiny riding on my back, resting it's tired legs. Today is a day filled with peace and quiet.
I met a man of God standing outside phoneshop looking at cheap phones. He told me about his bad ways and about how Jesus saved his life twentyseven years ago, the same story I've heard a thousand times. But he presented himself as a good man and I decided to hear him out. His words neither slick nor sly, they were enlightned, inspiring and they made me listen. The funny thing about it is that he could've actually been my friend, that is if he wasn't such a fucking tool...
Jumping on the train going downtown, I feel exited and hopefull, I have money in my pocket and I'm going to spend it.
Obtain the taste of real life on a T-junction on Oxford st, aquire the will to live on a skateboard made out of fire heading east, I skate the names of forgotten heroes while smoking the J of deeper appreciation. On a day like this, the color of the sky seem bluer, the smells of homecooked meals seem stronger and the sunbeams seem warmer.
It's amazing to think about your greatest wish while you are skating on Hay st all the way down to Subbiaco, and to realize that you are living you fucking dream. I can't by the life of God, think of anything I'd rather do, than to skate all the way home, to Fremantle.
A fuck behind the bar asked for my Id as I was ordering my Jack&Coke, with a smirky grin he skrunk me like a stone grinding on a gravel road.
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