One Man Wolf Pack

In a world where no one speaks to anyone, and we all only walk the walk. That's where I'd like to live.

People wear me the fuck out. I'm getting really good at making temporary happiness that I can continually make. It takes being selfish sometimes. Most times. I've done a good part of my time being selfless and I saw where I was there. So now i'm just going to be slightly rebellious, and think about myself. I think we all deserve to do it every once and awhile. Feels good.

It really does. Eat up the mold you made and grow some new skin, and let that too be eaten.

Thanksgiving was good. My family being Spanish and all always gives holiday dinners/events some flare. We all drank liquor, shared words over food, all the while the music to our evening never skipped a beat. It seemed to play on even when time came to sleep, like the music doubled as my own lullaby. In a way it did, I could still hear it as I went to sleep, but not because it was playing.

There's a suprise character who's been re-introduced into my life. And it's quite a plot turn. Here's a hint: I used to have a "little brother", who was really my God Brother who lived with us as a kid. And through some series of events, we had to give him away to adoption. He's not the one who's back, I wish. But there's word he lives in Florida, maybe not even an hour away from me. and I want to find him. He was my brother for christ' sake. And no one knows about him. It's almost like my families dirty secret, that they gave him up for adoption. But, it's those kind of things I grow up not trying to remember but am never able to forget.