Heyyyyy haha loved how you wrote my nameĀ Breha lol. Yes it is me! And old pic of me, but still me. I saw your email much, much, earlier than when when you first textedĀ but I never put my head around to write you back. I'm sorry for that shitty rudeness. lolI, I actually really like the idea of emailing. They truly reminds me of sofisticated times. Well, right now at Iām at a friends house called Oren. Itās 4:38 AM. Heās asleep cuz he got work in the morning.. You know, someone gotta put the bread on the table. This is just my favorite catch phrase ever, holy moly. Let me tell you what I was up to just now.. I was watching bojack and looking up for some college informations, deadlines, classes Ā and etc, etc.. I also schedule my dmv test. Before I get to drive around Los Angeles there's a whole ritual where you have to take a written test first, than you take the behind the wheel test. It costs exactly the 35$, I don't have. Life It's just beautiful isn't it? Also, I have taken 3 different behind the wheel tests... And I managed to failed them all, even though I'm a good driver. It might be hard to believe but it's true, all the rockness and rolles I have when I'm driving I lose when I'm under the pressure of at motherfucking test.Ā It frustastes the fuck out me. I hate tests. I have to get over my high school bullshit fear. oh! ANDI honestly to God have being wondering two things:
1 one - Is there a possible possibility of me feeling remotely anxious after failing 3 fucking times? 2 one- How many times will it take me to be able to drive around LA by myself? I truly missed the times where I was illegaly driving my dads car around my hometown. I didn't have insurance in the car nor a driver license. Yet, one of the best pontential huge mistakes of my life as far as my life went. I missed the beautiful fully cottoned clouds, and to be driving around speeding a bit more than LA streets was just priceless. Not counting the brazilian songs I got to listen at my god damn dad's car man.. I drove that old boat around with my dad so many times. I loved all that it meant to me. Even the danger, and the risk I was taking. Everytime I was driving that car I felt how much things changed and how good that felt. I have seen my dad in the driver my entire life and now I was on the command of that space ship. Holy crap...One day i will tell you the not very so tragecil as it was hilarous part of this story but let's just talk about only about the beautiful part, for now. I heard the songs I used to listen with my dad. All the albums and my favorite songs.Pink Floyd Live, Shine on your crazy diamond was just the fucking shit. Especially, in max.Ā I realized how well I drove. How sexy, condifent and independent I felt. How the card does as I say, what a bitch right? Heheh, Do you get the joke?Ā I hope you got the joke. Capital Inicial, Legiao Urbana and Link Park were also big hits. Tim Maia and The cure surely can't be forgotten.
I also drew a lot and smoked splits. What are splits?Ā
Splits are the mixture of tabbaco and weed in the same joint. Believe it or not, people don't really do that in UnitedĀ States. Apparently it's consider to be an ugly thing to do. Aren't North Americans full of shit? Like the Irish people said to me:Ā
āNorth Americans are all the same.āĀ
Did I mentioned to you how much I loved Ireland and the Irish People? They are just the best. But anyways, sometimes it amazes me how much AmericansĀ look for things to judge one human being. Good thing I found Oren, who loves to roll one and smoke a split. That way he keeps the tradition alive. I hope that by the day I see you againĀ I get to roll a joint for us. My life goal is to learn how to roll just one, humble, roll. And, trust me... It isn't exactly the easiest thing to me. But hey, seriously JO, I thought you were a very interesting dude. The coolest, man! I loved how you knocked on my door on, right after the night I went to hospitalcuz I had an overdose and almost died.. It truly lighten me up that day. The only person in right there and then who seemed to understand me. It's hard to beat the feeling of feeling understood. I mean, I just thought it was rock n rolles how you didn't give a shit about lovely hated depression and treated me like a regular person. I really needed that day. So Thank you, again.Ā
Well I guess you have a lot of english to train already. I saw you sent me another e-mail about skyping, trust me, I will get my skype situation figured it out. I promisse. So we can smoke one together via skype. Yesss. Anyways, I hope you answer more than just one line. I like to read people's thought. Iām a very curious person and I have heard about the cat who was too curious.... Wonder what that dude is up to... Aaaaanyways...Ā ByeeeeĀ
