just a regular night, ruled by boredem and mayhem. weird combo i must admitt. But anyway im having some problems trying to find meaning to college. i guess its cool, i get the "hey you're doing your thing..."but i doesnt feel like im doing much...but it was Easter and i decided to hit grandma's house for some good home cooked meals. (cafeteria food is the worst) but i digress. she told me that my grandfather is leaving me his collection of records. now to you, it may not mean shit, but to me....its a huge deal. i mean orginal vynal from when records were created..from jazz, to blues, to r&b....i must say my grandpops has the most extensive collection i've ever seen. its soo deep that i could open a record store. which leads to my new tattoo. a heart with a music symbol. symbolizing my love and passin for music. when i get my own place i have set aside one main room for my records and my turn tables, and thats going to be my hide out spot. so my grandmoms peeped that i wasnt there, in person i was, but in mind i was gone, so she put on some jazz from the 20's and i just layed on the floor and vibed til i got my groove back. guess that is what grandparents are there for. to kick you in the ass to get back on your feet.
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