Earning, losing, buying, getting. Power, energy, music, love. Get it folks? The past couple weeks have been pretty god damn nuts for me. I can always tell when times are getting stressful for me because I begin paying a lot less attention when I drive and I spend countless hours watching “Tales of Mere Existence” (great series I’ve loved for a while, check it out ya’ goof.) Things began to get whack when I get a call from Michael, everyone’s favorite jazz boy, and he tells me we own 800 bucks for the shithole apartment we allegedly trashed during this summer’s sublease. You know you’re getting old when you start owing people stuff. Really big stuff. Never take an apartment as is in Tallahassee unless you want weeks of sore temples. Anyways, this is about the time my brakes had broke (somebody stop me). I learned that you need to get a few estimates before you pay anything. You know you’re getting older when you realize your parents really do know more about how life works than your sixteen year old self chose to acknowledge.