Man, our bond is just making so much sense to me now. It's just like... I'm seriously into Jet-skis and the experience they offer is very similar to the ATVs, except that it's on water. I've actually had multiple orgasms on jet-skis. Maybe it's something in our blood that we can just, you know, get hard from riding bad ass terrain vehicles... water crafts.
Truth be told, things aren't going as good for me as I led on to believe. Love of my live married some other dude, and my new girlfriend fed her pussy to the owner of the baseball team I just quit. I stole homeboy's car, and now I'm probably a wanted fucking fugitive.
The good thing about getting over depression is, well, you can start to see your enemies more clearly. Suddenly, everyone isn't an obstacle, just some people are, and it might be someone who is in your bloodline, distant and as brown as their skin may be, they still are a part of you. I'm not saying this from a personal experience, I'm just saying in general, if you find someone you don't like in your family, it's perfectly acceptable to fuck them over.
This is crazy as shit. Here after all this time, two journeymen, father and son, getting high as hell in Mexico. Just smoking herb and riding around on recreational vehicles. I feel like this is how I was always meant to live. I been doing a lot of soul searching lately, and seeing how well me and you are reconnecting, I was thinking about sticking around here for a while. Cause I love you dad. I don't usually say 'love' to other dudes, that's something that's not really on my docket of shit to do, but for some reason it just feels normal to say it to you, Pop. I like it. I could fucking sit here and just talk about love all goddamn day.