its all happenin in the village..

went to a funeral today. saw a guy who drowned get buried. its so strange that all these people who live on the lake don't know how to swim. his legs and arms looked like he got in a motor cycle wreck. ( i only know that because i saw the legs and arms of someone who got in a motorcycle wreck) honestly im getting tired of everyday needing to talk to Deus and hes at his house and im at his grandmas and we're never there at the same time or he comes at night and hes drunk and no good to talk to about work or what have you. hopefully when i finish here he'll be there.