And i'm back.

It has been awhile since i been here, like it matters anyways. Usually when i tell people that i have a blog the conversation goes as is:

"You have a blog?"
"Yeah man, its Bukowskiwasright.blogspot.com"
"Bukow..what?"
"BUKOWSKI!" Charles bukowski, he was a poet, a writer and renown drunk of L.A?
"So...he's like a writer?"
"Yeah"
" is it like bukake?"
" FORGET IT! YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND!"

So here i am just writing just to write to myself, and i couldn't really be any happier. I need to practice regardless. Plus, i spell like a gorilla and need to actually work on that.

Lately i have been sick ever since i came back from New Orleans. I blame Karma really. On the returning flight back i was sorta.. kinda.. laughing at the passengers in front of me that were screaming during a little turbulence from the decent to land in Lagurdia. So fuck me in the gonads for laughing, i like the turbulance. I like the feeling of the danger aproaching an almost certain death. Honestly, i almost screamed WHOOO!! HOOO!! that shit is fun to me. It was mean being amused by other peoples fears and i truely belive karma is paying me back by giving me a Upper respitory infection for it. So, were even karma ya hear me!! I am sorry.