For a Friday, today sucked. Out of cigars, out of weed. . . out of my mind. The people are out there, they're just not coming in my store. With gas heading towards $2.50 a gallon. . . my business is fucked! I weave in and out moods like lines on the freewary. So, here I am day after day, hour after hour. I need to get my head out of my ass and focus on what matters most.


So many shattered dreams, so many delusions of grandure down the toilet. I am trying to be as optomistic as I can, but losing my family back to back with losing my business, well that's enough to shake anyone's confidence. I had three $30 days in a row this week. I could have made more money street perfoming. It's hard to be out street performing if I'm here trying to sell over priced trick decks.


Shit, it's not as bad as all that. Everything will work out fine. . . it always does.