notes from the road: the years go fast, but the days go so slow

sorry about that one, but it came to me and i had to roll with it. i have no fear but redundancy. from this great and evil fear, i run like a greyhound. it does not interest me, and stagnation is a recepie for conformity which i also refuse to accept. drugs and women or thugs and criminals? its the most complex and reoccuring decision in my everyday life and that, my friends, is redundancy and that is why i am afraid. no matter how far i roam, i am still posed with the same questions that puzzle my mind when i sit at home back in lonely southern california. which, god help me, will never be my home again. but, i know better than to say never because it will always come back to bite you in the ass. and never, my friends, bites hard. once again i have found myself slipping into negativity which leads to unwanted contemplation and possible depression. and that is the last -ion i need at the present state of my career. i am still young. a bucking 23 year old feind who has yet to surrender to the inevitable...life. no worries though. i seek, therefore i travel. i doubt, therefore i travel. i run, therefore i travel. i could continue, but that would become redundant and that is cause for fear which breeds negativity and we all know where that leads. it should be avoided at all costs. in the words of GOD, "let it roll baby roll... all night long." till next time, kelly