sometimes i feel like i'm going to explode

I'm part of too many things. my mind is in too many places, places i've been and places i currently am. Part of the seedy meth smoking SF underground, part of the professional snowboard dream, part of a quiet but entrancing ski town, part of hip hop, part of the DC rave scene, part of a well known canadian oil family, part of a puerto rican gang, part of a domino playing drug enterprise, part of a hippie commune, part of a zen buddhist family, part of a rich dysfunctional irish catholic family, part of an elegant italian family that talks about the Old Country and the Evil Eye, part of plastic scottsdale bullshit, part of the complacent northern virginia suburbs, part of the new york city fashion industry, and part of a hard working east coast family with a harley riding dad and a mom who abandoned ship to pursue her masters degree. Sometimes I don't know what to follow and sometimes I don't know what state I'm in. Sometimes it's true that I want to shut it all out. Sometimes it's true that I believe life is what you make it. Maybe a person can only take so many lives in one lifetime.