Pile of wood | Chuck Inglish

The entire point of this blog of mine is to write things so that my future self can look back and reflect on things that I thought or how much of a shit I was. Full disclosure: I've been drinking since the sun was high in the sky. Unfortunately, dissimilar to that Best Coast lyric: the sun was high and so was I, I was not. I was and am simply drunk. There are several thing I want to say so lets move past the pleasantries, even though my future self is wildly interested and entertained by my pleasantries and filler speech. As a male, I am plagued with the desire to have intense sex with my closest female friends. I guess that's where I'm beginning. I'll begin there, though I won't dwell there, since I'm in conversation with one of those female friends, and have been for several hours now. We're having a cool, relaxed chat about things we want to do over the summer. Her list includes eating a lot more fruit, making blanket forts, having sleep overs (she isn't in grade school, I promise: fuck it: it's the girl you hallucinated existing from a pile of wood one time on shrooms (my self knows who this is, the rest of you don't know and likely don't care)), fucking a black guy, fucking someone at Lollapalooza and having a threesome. My three figured list includes the following three things: reading, self-exploration, and learning how to skateboard. There are many other things on that list, but I chose not to include them for the sake of time and my inebriation. Oh, sorry, I didn't dwell on the obvious: she told me about all of this fucking. She was aware that I was drunk, but did it anyway. I think the problem is that I'm an incredibly coherent drunk writer/text messager (this writing may not be proof of that, but to that I say fuck you), so she said it anyway, plus I'm apparently very easy to talk to. The illusion of empathy mofos. I couldn't help but tell this person that I was willing to provide my services in this threesome. Rookie mistake. I don't have a lot of female opportunities, so I make a lot of those. I haven't had sex or even inklings of a relation or relationship in ten months so who is surprised: not this dude. Blech. Let's move on.
As of April 23, I had never heard any of The Cool Kids' music. I didn't know who Mikey Rocks was and I certainly had never heard the words Chuck and Inglish put together before. Since then, I've listened to The Bake Sale ep, quite literally, twenty times and since then Chuck Inglish has become a personal hero of mine. I wish I was him. If I knew how to make beats like he does, I'd drop out of school and do only that with my friend the Rad Rascal. When I downloaded The Bake Sale ep, I also downloaded around a hundred other various tracks. I haven't listened to anything else except Cool Kids music, particularly Chuck Inglish beats and mixtapes. Dude is only a couple years older than me and is a fucking awesome producer and person in general, based on what I've seen from interviews. Hip hop has become an increasingly important part of my life over the past several months and it is directly reflected in the amount of it I've been listening to recently. It may not be fair though, because I've listened to The Bake Sale ep so many times. I'm on to his working series: WRKOUT. and WRKING. as well as other Cool Kids albums and mixtapes. I'm obsessed, and that fact excites the shit out of me. I've been listening to their Gone Fishing instrumental album for the past hour, without even realizing it. With that, I'm going to go ahead and finish it, watch an episode of Its Always Sunny, then pass out. Music is without a doubt the most important part of my life right now. I couldn't be happier. It is ever changing. To be able to have the feeling of discovering music that fills you with so much joy that you can't contain yourself, at least once a week, is simply incredible. Music blows my mind on a daily basis. Let it rest on your head. Goodnight everyone. Listen to music. Or don't. Just do what makes you happy. If not, you're life is pointless and not worth living. If you finish a day and can smile, you've done everything right. Even if you murdered a bunch of people. I realize that is remarkably fucked up, but if you see the color blue in a different manner than the way other people see the color blue, doesn't make it wrong. The train is falling off the tracks here. I just want all of you (me. self. two other people who read this otherworldly nonsense) to appreciate the world you've been born into. Your destiny is up to you. I could branch off into a seemingly infinite number of tangents. Just knowing that satisfies me. I'm happy with myself and with summer around the corner, I'm about to become the greatest version of myself I've ever been. Happy adventures, my friends. Be breezy. Enjoy life. Let it be. All that. Peace and enjoy :)