when random people recognize a shirt or something youre wearing today i was walking through a pretty hood area in north philly and some old guy who was sitting down and goes "you ever read that book behold a palehorse?" ( i was wearing a Palehorse shirt, which is aband that is based around the book) and i was just like "yeah man, i have" and he was like "thats some serious shit right there man" and i shook my head in agreement and kept it moovin
remembering its friday at the end of school cleaning your room and finding stuff you havent seen for years
falling asleep sitting up with your sketchbook still in your lap so your roommates can find you in the morning and be all like "damn, that ***** is hardcore" wasent in the best mood lastnight when i got home and ended up drawing till 6 this morning, which is also a small pleasure of mine, actually getting into a sketch and feeling accomplished when you're done
lol thats a good one too I like finding out that a fine ass girl likes me.putting down a quick throwie and looking at it realizing its perfect.when a friend of myne smiles at me because I just made her feel better.Meeting other writers by chance (like at footlocker on monday!). having a good day at school *they are rare*.walking around to kill time and finding a hot wall or cool new spot to hang out.that little gust of wind that meets with a short skirt.Booty shorts...not on me but on the ladys.
i saw a squad car flipped over and totaled on the 101 today and it gave me a suprising sense of sick satisfaction.
sleeping threw the whole day of school/ and when you wake up its the nicest fucking day out of the year. findin a dub in your pocket findin that new illin underground hiphop when girls smile back Jokin around(all i do is make jokes ahha) not havin to watch your back everywhere yo go chillin painting nights, noheat hit all the spots you wanted cracking the first beer waking up next to the tolit the next day ahahah.
simple pleasures...a good one is when you wake up early and go outside and you just get a wicked fresh breath of air...instead of the smoggy hott shit you get when its crowded
when i fuck off from school early and dont get caught after ive finshed a shit load of homework and i have lot of free time, racking a nice pen,when i write my name on something and its there for agers
Small pleasures? I got one...waking up to see that your favourite writer went bombing all around your area. Feels good... -Grape1