Happy my 90 and 90 is almost over.

 I think I'm halfway there. I'm required to go to every meeting right now when I'm not working, but I'm getting close to finished. 

I need to remember the pause on my wrist bro because I could have thought more about my decision to turn myself in. I just wanted to do something right. And I did, so ultimately I'm happy I'm handling my shit, but its whack that I have to go to meetings then have to leave. Just sort of a waste of my day off bruh. 

But I just about died with the workout today. Which is good because it mellows my chi. Gets me zen. And its no biggie leaving a meeting really. The meeting is right next to my gym. So I didnt have to go out of my way. Fuck it dawg... life's good man. I'm alive, I'm free, I'm healthy and loved. 

And ya Boi is walkin a little lighter on my feet today after gettin the bracelet off. Saves a lot of money too. Dryin off after showering at the gym was so so sweet. Like kissin a little morsel of sea salt fudge. Ya know what it's like not being able to dry your ankles? I do. Now I can dry that left jank. Heaven. Divinity. A gift from a council of Gods. A foot race with Jesus. A swim with the dolphins. Nothing can compare to my Sahara dry ankle right now bro. 

Sweeeeeeet.

Oh aaaaye.... and I'm writing a novella that's getting close to finished. Well, at least the manuscript. 

"An Unlikely Awakening for Ryan Tick"

So I can't go to a meeting, but I'll just write instead. 

Piano, writing, hitting the gym, getting out and meeting people. Real people. These things I stopped after meeting the girl. Also scheduling a couple tats today. Whoop. Feels good working again. And I'm making more money then my last job in this itty bitty town. 

Life's good bruh. 

Im happy right now. Finally bro. Feels good. 

Wars over. 

-Butterfly 

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