Ben Bonkoske

Since it is after midnight (my bedtime) I can tell that tomorrow (today) is going to be utterly useless. Really not a great day to fall behind schedule. The day before everything important happens. Today. I’m already behind so it’s not important. I’m very lucky to have some people who love me unconditionally, and others who expect much better of me, so I am awkwardly balancing on a tightrope between being an absentee ballot and Joe Biden. I have no idea what I’m saying. I’m at least not cranky. I’ve been cranky for the past few days because I’ve been taking it easy. I shouldn’t be. I should seriously consider all of my integrity complexities. Completely, useless. Somebody, talk to me. I feel like me and Yeezy might have more in common than we think. I hate how famous he already be. So many people my age doing incredible things and here I am, in the basement, huffing paint. Not really, but I’m sure this wine cellar was not made for literary achievements. I am making strides but they are so slow they look like inchworms getting away from me. I’d rather that than slowly disintegrating. I’m not a weenie, but I ain’t doing enough to get into any clubs that wouldn’t have me.