What kinda job shoul I get if I wanna travel the world, help people. Like a missionRy or something but without religion.
My heart is not only beating, it is counting down.
The dash between the day I was born and the day I die on my gravestone will stand for something.
Sometimes things hit you out of nowhere. For no reason, on no particular day.
I’m sitting here watching tv and somethin reminded me of the time that my mom and I went to get lunch at a restaurant in Hagerstown. I was probably 13 years old. We were eating and either she or I noticed that this guy was eating by himself and he had this jacket on with a huge Misfits fiend logo on it. I approached the guy cause I was young and punk was like my thing.. So i tell him how they’re my favorite band and blah blah. Turns out this guy is like a roadie for the band, on tour with them now.
That’s not the important part.. I talked to the guy for a while and then we went to leave. At some point, my mom snuck back in and gave the guy our address and a couple weeks later I got a package full of autographed t-shirts, records, stickers and patches..
These are the good memories I have of my mom. Sure there were problems, but she did the best job she could as a mother to a child growing up in a dysfunctional home.
Love you and miss you mom.. Forever and always.
das right bitch step ur motherf*cking christmas card game up