I am, first and foremost, a lazy man. I spent years of my life dreaming for the freedom I now enjoy. Sweet shit, does it feel good. I enjoy the contentment that comes from a life of very few responsibilities. And I feel some kind of satisfaction in 'wasting away' any abilities I've earned in favor of pursuing them at my leisure and for my own enjoyment. Also; spite.
I am a stubborn man, but when everything thaws I know I'll again feel the need for excitement. I want to pirate music in a different time zone. I want to spit off bridges that span rivers I never knew existed. I want to drink new beers until I'm good and ugly and then I want to cough it all back up into the gutters of streets whose names I might never learn.
Fuuck. I might even start painting again.
The future is gonna rule, man.