i walk around like im either dead or stoned lately. decided that seeing as both simon and i are gonna have to move soon (or are geting thrown out, its our common worry were sharing right now) im going to write a song about living under a bridge. seeing as thats probably where were going to end up. is living under a bridge, hes meeting me at school when i get off rotation at three, all that time he was locked up he was just down the block from me, i should have went to see him at lunch time, he saw us. hard to believe i used to write in here everyday. oh! ed opened his eyes yesturday! they let him a little bit out of his drug induced coma. maybe he will have a few years left after all? my sister, sierra, the more she gets worried about eds health the more she ups the years she says he is going to live, i swear, ive never seen such denial of mortality. she is young though, as am i, but six years means a lot. i freaked out when i found out my grandma was dying in fourth grade, death seems so drawn out lately. the doctors keep you alive with machines and pills, back in the day, you got sick, you better pray. morality didnt seem such a crime, it was expected. it wasnt anyless sad but yeah, i dont know where im going with this....funk...