DevinRitchie.com

It’s summer. I’m out of school, never even checked my grades. That is how little I care right now. Looking for work, have a few leads. I might get a full time job M-F 9-5, crazy right? I cant imagine a world where I don’t have to collect my spare change for a 4Loco.

If I can get a job, my plan starts gong into effect. My plan is more of an outline, and I don’t want to divulge the details of it right now in fear of not being certain of it yet. I’m getting there though.

I am literally scared for when Ruth, Colleen, Corey, Adie, Victoria, and others all leave for college in a couple months. I have already felt less welcome with my own friends recently and what happens when I lose a good portion of my core? Maybe I will focus more on my goals. Or maybe I will get more depressed.

In reality everything is looking up though, job opportunities, no school stressing me out, I’m in a great show, haven’t been drinking too much, and minimal drama. Odd how those last two things are connected.

I have been having so many dreams recently. I have been thinking a lot about time travel, other dimensions, and after life. The series finale of LOST got me thinking and I watched Donnie Darko yesterday. I have not wanted to talk about it in fears of sounding crazy, but whatevs. I’m fuckin crazy and yall can stop reading devinritchie.com if its a problem. Maybe its because I have eaten some curious thought provoking foods in my time but I honestly believe my dreams have been a window into my personal enlightenment, and I feel like I get it. I don’t fleet my time away working for the man living in a cubicle so I can eat hamburger helper and sleep in one bedroom apartment over a laundromat. Its not my path, I’m too knowledgeable to let that happen. When my friend Andy hoover died two years ago. I became glad that he didn’t waste his life working. He spent every moment living how ever he wanted and dressing how ever he wanted. Kind of inspired me. Showed me how fleeting life is and who the fuck cares? I don’t know what the point of writing this is, because this isnt something that can be told to you. Everyone has to come up with this on their own. Ok, fuck I sound way crazy… I swear I’m not high at all.

I’m going out to Second Saturday tonight in Midtown Sacto, this break from everything has been fantastic for me.

Yes, that is a picture of me, Ruth, and a cock.

peace