Dealing with all this grown-up shyt is making me lose touch with art. I used to be up on everything way before it bubbled up to the mainstream, now I'm outchea slipping.
Now I know shyt like Seattle has the highest water rates in the country, and how many illegals Obama deported during his terms.
This shyt is kinda cruel. When I had my finger on the pulse of so many cultures I didn't have the bread to truly experience it. Currently I can afford to catch a flight on any random weekend and soak shyt up, but I'm damn near clueless.
Thank God for my girl. She's up on shyt like I used to be, and when she comes up here, she drops flavor on me, but it doesn't hit the same as when I used to discover shyt on my own. I liken it to a wine connoisseur who lost one too many taste buds. He can tell what he's tasting is fire, but it's not making him want to slap his momma like it should be.
I have to find a way to reverse the wash before it's too late, but not be foolish and step out of my lane as a matu... pretty mature, responsible 30 year old man.
Then again maybe I should embrace the wash.
But at the same time I look like I'm 21-23 fukking years old. I feel like Benjamin goddamn Button outchea.
... looks like I'm rambling. I'm about to get my journal game cracking again.