thinking of old times and friends...

We met when we were in school. Never took no shit from no one, we werent fools.
The teacher says we're dumb. We're only having fun. We piss on everyone in the classroom
When we got thrown out I left without much fuss. On weekends we'd go dancing down streatham on the bus
You always made me laugh, got me in bad fights, play me pool all night, smokin menthol
I practised daily in my room. You were down the crown planning your next move...
Go on a nicking spree, hit the wrong guy - each of you get three years in brixton
I did my very best to write. How was butlins? Were the screws too tight? When you lot get out were gonna hit the town - well burn it fuckin down to a cinder
Cos years have passed and things have changed and I move anyway I wanna go
Ill never forget the feeling I got when I heard that you'd got home. An I'll never forget the smile on my face when I knew where you would be...
- And if you're in the crown tonight, have a drink on me
But go easy...step lightly...stay free

0 - 100 in X seconds

My final class ended today at about two in the afternoon. It's all done but the writing. By my count the writing is approximately thirty five pages.

Now, I haven't been on this site since early February and I miss it, yes I do. My goal is simple: All school related writing done in a week and a half and my two hundredth post here on blogger by the end of the month. further, just for ambition's sake, a script for a movie in no more than say two and a half weeks.

and I need to get a job. Fast. - ish.

The entries here will be cheating, one will note that they are extremely similar to what I must hand in for class. The shorter ones, anyhow.

That said, tune in soon to enjoy me elucidating mountains of critical theory. I'm off to get something done.

pray for me, to whichever God you believe in