Waking up; and I’m black.
So today was a very shiny and shitty day.
I started off with a very unusual and unexpected early morning wake up, it was wound 7 am I believe. (for some people its harder so shut up!) Any who I was suppose to do a photo-shoot assignment for class with a classmate who never showed up. (It was probably hard for him to wake up, duh) So I headed off to my class at the campus, and this class is like 40 minute walk from my house, so I left around 11 while the class starts at 12. So I’m walking and pondering… and walking.. and its getting hot! Like I’m sweating my ass off hot! And I kept thinking about how it’s still February and it’s a;ready hot in San Francisco! Usually around this time of the year we’d be stuck in 1 car me and few other guys trying to stay warm in the streets of Brooklyn. So as I think about that within this confusion of doubt and heat, I get homesick and I start to think about my friends, well x friends.. mostly non of them call anymore. blah!
So with this depression and heat all on my shoulders I started walking slower and slower, and at one point I sure looked like a bum as I saw a reflection of myself next to a Donken Donuts. But all that was not important, I was now late! Not just any late, like late late, like so late that when you arrive at your destination, the ones waiting go “where the fuck have you been” late…
For the next 3 hr’s I was in that class and actually had fun, so that kinda helped me kill time. I walked back from school afterwards and the first thing I’m doing is writing about it.. like now.. E V E R Y W O R D… OK I’m out the toast just “tinggg’d”
