Grey Goose out the plastic cup. Running a 2011 program.
Concepts aint even out yet.
Oh snap, sorta looking at my life and everything surrounding me. Who would I be without all this stuff to define me? Would I be the same person I am today? Am I just a canvas, do I simply embody the material things in my life which are used to categorize and label me as a person. Who would I be without stuff? Without things?
Who is THAT person? No idea.
Think I need to get out of town for a while.
Like, out of all towns.
