I can't find my Soviet Kitsch DVD

Last night Sarah and I were in the drive thru at McDonald’s to get some ice cream sundaes, but the speaker where you order was broken, so we had to go up to the window. The poor fool asked the usual “What can I help you with this evening?” But right about at the 4th syllable his voice cracked and Sarah and I sat there belly laughing the entire time. I felt so bad for him. Seriously guys, your pubescent voices aren’t really anything to be embarrassed about- so I apologize for any forthcoming belittling. Sometimes I sound like a 14 year old boy with strep throat; it’s all good.

Everything's going well for me. Family is dope, kickin' it. My friends are my friends, meeting people. Applying to colleges. Have a concert with my orchestra on the 15th of December. Whittier High School, 7 pm, free admission. Working on some other music, not classical.

My brother is in Berlin right now. I miss him. He met someone named Ily in a hostel in Florence!

Advice for the fleas, bees, & everyone in between: Nothing is fair. Good guys always finish last. The universe is backwards. Yeah, sometimes it sucks. And sometimes you're the McDonald's employee (the most overanalyzed occupation in the history of man. Gotta get that money, fuck it. But I don't mean it in that context. I'm talking about the McDonald's employee with the two 17 year old girls laughing directly at your face because your voice cracked). But you’re not always the victim. Say goodbye to the pity parties and all your guests. Pack your things, kiss the bullshit goodbye, and appreciate & be loyal to what you have. Be happy, goddamnit.

Let your garden grow!