I'm an adult now. I like it too. I have yet to buy any pornography or cigarettes or even sign up for anything... but I've liked being 18, all 23 and a half hours of it. Anyways, today was thanksgiving, and I worked. I never really liked Thanksgiving because everything is closed and there's not much to do. I never really like turkey or gravy or any of that stuff either. It's just not my holiday I guess. I've got great friends too. I was abruptly awoken this morning only to go for a nice breakfast @ Denny's. It was a good time, although I asleep for about half of it. I also got a visit at work from 2 other friends who showed up with a new Sector 9 Bamboo skateboard for me. Delicious. I think this year's gonna be good too. New freedoms. I wanna make more music, I want to take more pictures and share them with more people. I like that I'm actually starting to see what I can do with my life too. It's kinda daunting, but at the same time, I like the fact that I can choose whatever and do it however I want. And I haven't really had that before. Okay though, before I forget. Other stories, from last week... I almost got arrested. And I've started to realize that cops really have a soft side for kids who actually mean no harm when there's obvious illegal activity happening miles, even feet, away. Case and point. I was meeting a bunch of friends @ Fiddlesticks (goofy mini-golf, laser tag place) and I borrowed a friends scooter (think Vespa, but cheaper) and I took the helmet off upon my arrival in the parking lot. As I'm waiting for everyone to arrive I realize that my friend Laurie is working over @ YC's so I head over. About half way across the parking lot (literally) I realize that I had left my helmet on top of my friend Alex's car. Evidently it takes Indian Reservation cops approximately 14 seconds to completely blow a mistake out of proportion. And the part that pisses me off the most is the fact that there's all these kids just hanging out in the parking lot smoking weed and drinking yet the cops do nothing about them. Long story short, there was a car show going on... about half my school saw it, and I have to go to court (indian court... (10 times worse)). Your friend David Blakeman is a filthy criminal. I hated life last week. And for good reason I guess, I haven't been treated fairly at all in the last few months and that all just came full circle when all this bike crap happened. I know life's not fair, but I guess sometimes you just have to suck it up and be reminded that on a freaking daily basis. Other than I'm good. I'm great even. Take it easy guys.