I like to drink, I like to smoke,
I like dreaming about things that never happen
when I’m perfectly sober. Life isn’t a checklist
of achievements, but just a set of milliseconds meant
to be experienced.
I like being alone with my dog listening to John Mayer
sipping on a guava soda.
What matters in life is freedom.
Freedom to sit in a field at night talking with
a good friend and marble at the night sky
watching the planes fly by wondering if one of them
could be a UFO ready to zap me away.
Freedom to take care of my father’s home.
Freedom to take care of my mother and write my stories.
Stories that people never read.
Freedom to go by in perfect anonymity.
Life this way is a perfect blessing.
It keeps me running and it keeps me high on life
Human life: a series of perfect mistakes.