I'm thinking about moving to Spokane, WA. It's a really nicely laid out city, they have a decent b-boy scene there, and it just freakin' looks cool. Now, since this is WASHINGTON we're talking about, it's gonna rain like mad.

You know what? I think I'll live in a different place every year.

I'm at a point in my life where I can just pick up and do whatever the fuck I want because nothing is stable. I mean that in a good way. I don't sit at home and wait for phone calls anymore. I mean, I have a phone, but no number. It's pretty funny t o me. I remember being in high school and dreaming about how nice a little studio apartment would be and all that jazz...and now I'm right next to it. I can't believe it. I've finally made it but I'm by my damn self.

"Novia...*sigh*. I have died but twice."

I'm gon' have to keep movin'. I'm gon' have to keep movin' on. I'm gon' have to to keep movin', or I'll be left behind.

Still...Vance muhfuckin' Glover is doin' his thang and makin' big moves. This kizzy shit ain't NEVER gonna stop, huh? For as sad as I was in VA, everything that happened has led me to this place. I guess I oughta be thankful.

If you see this and remember tearin' me a new one at some point or if I was ever secretly jealous/resentful of your successes, then thank you for pushing me towards this new and glorious day.