26 04 27				12:53PM CST


 finally officially moved out of michigan almost an entire
month ago now. it went well, other than gaining a real job
for the first time this decade a week or two before i left
only to lose it. but despite that everything worked out so 
much better than my imagination had been allowing me to
ever consider.

part of me is as eternally paranoid as ever that something,
any possible thing, could go wrong at any moment. but it's
all been something of an exercise in learning that maybe
things can be fine. and that maybe the overwheamling sense
of something bad looming around each corner has more to do
with a childhood of surprise random events that fuck over
life as you had known it rather than some magical sixth
sense for doom on the horizon. 

 bad stuff still happens! and yet, we're fine. its going
to take a while to really learn that. but im starting to
get it.



that said, you'd think someone this afraid of theoretical
Bad Stuff happening would play things safe and, you know,
not tempt fate by engaging in activities of questionable
legality. that would make sense. and YET. lol

 this city i'm in now awakens the inner mischievous vandal
in me like nothing else. there's art on almost every 
single surface, so long as you stretch your definition of
art to include tags, stickers and spraypaint. which i 
very much already had a long time ago. 

getting arrested for writing on walls is technically the
reason i graduated high school. a nosy woman in a super
wealthy suburb calls the cops on a kid for writing on a
bridge on a nice sunday morning, a disproportionate 
amound of bored overpaid cops descend on the scene, and
that kid ends up going from high school drop out to 
passing the GED first try and getting to say they had a
4.0 GPA on job applications now because i scored better
than i ever would have assumed i could.

 it's a dumb story. and im fully aware that any further
cop interaction could never end anywhere near as well.
but have you ever used a shipping label printer? have
you ever made some art, gone across the room to a little
machine, and had it spit out an entire bandoleer of 
graffiti-ready stickers all the while making a delightful
thermal printer noise? ugh. it's just so easy.. 

and fun, until someone sees you slapping one up. :P