After another night of standing around, drinking, conversing about this and that,inside I couldn't help but feel bored, and unamused. Following the pack has never really made me feel fulfilled. Drinking your face off, poisoning your body, acting stupid, I suppose is fun when you're lost in that moment, that crowd, that 'way' of doing things, but when you're conscious of what you're doing, alive and awake, and fully aware of what your purpose is, of where your strength really lies, and what powers you possess, you want to celebrate it in another way. Perhaps I needed to be in a setting that I never wanted to be in the first place, in order to realize where I did want to be. I should have gone home, instead I chose to celebrate my life making art. 430 am Drawing on the downtown sidewalk, watching the sunrise was amazing to me . So many people showed me love for my work. I love my life an artist. It's a struggle, but its worth the struggle.
