they are strong hands.

Let's take what hurts and write it all down. On these paper walls, and this empty house. And when our ink runs out, we'll burn it to the ground.

With streets and east coast lines, we kept this scene alive. You will never be alone.

Life is certainly a rollercoaster. With all the ups and downs lately, it seemed like nothing was ever going to play out in my favor. But then it throws you curveballs. I’ve been at home for almost two weeks and it’s kind of been like this insanely refreshing “detox.”

This weekend I’m heading back to Philadelphia and I can start to piece everything back together. I got my old job at Pac back. It’s only a seasonal position, but hopefully that job can stick. I’m going to quit Strikes because they make me miserable and it smells in there and everything about that place sucks. I’m planning on also getting my bartender’s license and hopefully be able to make bombass money a few days a week and still be able to “have fun.”

I’ve been through a lot in the last 4/5 years. Trial and error, trial and error. I’ve definitely figured out along the way what I don’t want to do with the rest of my life. I’m passionate about so much, I just need to figure out where to drive that passion.

And I’m very excited for this upcoming weekend to celebrate Simone’s birthday. Everyone please come to Bro Alpha Pi this Saturday, wearing anything but clothes and bro down.

Who could deny these butterflies? They're filling my gut.