Death at 30: Update 2019

Last year on this very day I wrote a short piece about my intentions for when I’m 30 years of age. This is an update on my mental state and where I stand relative to it.

I’ll begin by explaining that my intentions are exactly the same. They’ve not changed or deviated in any way. I believe I’m more certain now than ever. You ever get a house and realize you are still too minimalistic to care? Now you just feel more trapped because there is a literal building you have to keep your eye on just in case of shit?

WHO THE FUCK WANTS TO BE OBLIGATED TO BE SOMEWHERE? This is so stupid. 

Apparently, I’m an idiot and make myself feel trapped for shits and giggles. 

2021 is the big year people. It would take a miracle at this point. 

Anywho, back to la miseria. Douces.