My friend's house has been abandoned by his parents, getting foreclosed in two months. It's a massive house, grill and patio out back, A/C still works somehow, ton of furniture around and just books on top of books and old clothes everywhere.. looks like the most contained typhoon of all time had a field day indoors and left the shell of the mansion intact. He put a drum kit in the den by the fireplace. Three couches, four amps and another four-speaker sound system across from the drums. Three kids living life, blasting Aphex Twin trying to match the beat on the kit, basking in the pure beauty of what finally feels like freedom. That was last night, and I just got back in the office. I don't know what the fuck my life is at the moment, but minus having to come home to my mom, it's incredible. I don't know how I'm going to back to school after all this. What the hell is school?! Damn. All of you guys who are feeling bleak and shitty and bored, it's in your head. There's a ludicrous amount of awesome to be found in every single day; I hope you guys all take a moment to cut yourself a slice of freedom pie.
Man, I love those days where you just spend the day with a couple of friends doing nothing. There's no worrying about anything. There's no problems to deal with. It's just an extended period of time where you're broing out without a care in the world - and feeling great about it. It always messes with my head when I get home. There's this, like, rush of responsibility that comes to you, where you realize that you're back in the real world now. It's like getting back from vacation and realizing that the fun's over. It kind of sucks, but is enough to make you work to do it again.