Contrary to popular belief:

I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.



4.13.2009

Easterr .

Plain pat what up ?
Lol .
Here it is .

On Thursday mom checked me out of school to drive to the N.O.
My fam was comming into town .
We go there .
Fish in my aunt's backyard ,
Take pics .
Jet back on Saturday .

Lol .
I'll post another laterr .