This is about to be soooo long so you don’t have to read it.
Tonight I rolled for the first time and had literally the best night of my entire life. The music, the people, the drugs. Everything was perfect. The concert was insane. Fucking Diplo performed. The most well known DJ in the world (literally) performed for us for $20. Unreal. Zach Watson got a 10 minute lap dance on stage and I met some of the coolest people ever. Major Lazer is a lunatic. In a good way.
But about the molly. Like…this shit is so intense. It’s such an incredible feeling but there’s no way I could do that more than twice a year. It fucked me up. But I wouldn’t give it up for anything. I’ve called like 25 of my close friends in the middle of the night just to tell them how much they mean to me. It was so gay but I just felt like I was obligated to do that. People take shit for granted, especially other people. And the people that are in my life every day need to know that they belong in my life.
The world’s a crazy fuckin place. So are drugs, so are people, and so is music. But it all works together harmoniously and makes Life. And Life is beautiful.
Here’s my will for my funeral:
No black attire allowed. It’s gonna be a party.
No suits or dresses, only casual wear.
Take place months after my death because some people might forget and I only want the people who care about me to be there.
Definitely no pastor. Just everyone can say what they want about me, the good and the bad.
I just want people to remember me for who I was. I’ve never understood why they only say good things about the person who died. Nobody’s perfect.
Oh and if at all possible, I want a hologram Biggie to perform Sky’s the Limit.