Moving in short words, sucks donkey dong. Maybe because you lose friends or you have to say goodbye to old school teachers. Not for me, I want to say I don't have friends, but come on that's bullshit. Everybody has friends, even if they are fake or true friends. My teachers were on the other hand pretty neutral, I was: the Perfect Student, its not so hard in schools in the South California slums or as I called it; home. I liked it, it was a pretty cool place, if you don't mind the often gunfights, sirens, and shit traffic. I just wish I wasn't on this shit drive up north to who fucking knows, also if I wasn't talking to myself in my head.


Inspired by Guitar Notes by Mary Amato