Music = Therapy

This week has been awful, to put it lightly.

Monday night I was visiting a friend in the city who is a tattoo artist talking about possible ideas for my next tat. That part was good. It was a good visit, and I think I've settled on what I'm gonna get. BUT...after I left, I accidentally turned the wrong way down a one way street (Alternating one way streets confuse the hell outta me!), and so obviously I was pulled over. Now this cop...was a jerk. As soon as he demanded my license and proof of insurance, he asked me if I was in a stolen vehicle, and then demanded that I step out. I told him that it wasn't stolen, and he asked what a "Johnson County White Boy" was doing in the city, and I told him I had been visiting my tattoo artist. He told me to sit tight at the back of my car, and ran my name. Upon running my name, he found out I was on probation, called for backup, told me he was going to search my vehicle, and proceeded to tear apart the inside of my car.

He found nothing, and I could tell he was obviously pissed about that, but he had no grounds to hold me any longer, so he wrote me a warning for turning the wrong way down the street, and let me go.

What a great start to the week...and that was just the beginning. I've been feeling depressed and lonely all week, and there has been mass chaos at home with excess fighting between myself and my sisters, and it has just sucked.

However through all of this, I have found the soothing sounds of Elliott Smith to be the best medication ever. Better than any opiate I could snort, smoke, or inject, any drink I could mix up, and any anti-depressant my doctor could prescribe to me.

Now it's the weekend...let's hope that it goes well, and that next week brings better fortune.

Happy Friday!