Ride bikes, drink beer, go do your laundry.
I woulda totally been here today, but between this;
I sat down and began drawing. Soon a woman in a pink shirt sat down next to me and said something. Pulling my right earbud out, I said "I'm sorry?" "Are you an artist?" she repeated. "For lack of a better term, I guess" I replied. "Do you do technical drawings?" She continued. "No." I said. "Did you go to art school?" "Yes." I said. "Do you do that for a living?" She pushed. "No" I said. "What do you do for a living?" Jesus fucking Christ. I've been sitting on the plane for five minutes and this is already the longest flight of my life. "I guess technically, I'm a writer" I said. "You do technical writing?" She asked. "Uh, no… I mean, yeah, pretty much." It was then I popped my ear piece into my skull and turned my attention back to the garbage drawing in front of me. #PlaneTimeKiller
Rolling deep with Laura and Joe of Soulrun;
I didn’t get around to it.
The kids are alright.